Season of Lights
Lights from the tree throw golden halos;
Logs in the grate crackle and hiss
Candles flames dance tall and true -
But nothing beams brighter,
than excited eyes
on Christmas eve,
When children,
breathless-
wait …
Logs in the grate crackle and hiss
Candles flames dance tall and true -
But nothing beams brighter,
than excited eyes
on Christmas eve,
When children,
breathless-
wait …
This poem is copyright (©) Kit Weston 2024
About the Writer
Kit Weston
Former primary teacher and school librarian, Kit is an enthusiastic reader and creative writer, who runs poetry workshops for children. Living in The Garden of England, she takes inspiration from everything – though the natural world and the children she is privileged to teach do feature. Her poetry has appeared here (The Dirigible Balloon), Parakeet Magazine and has been used in schools from Tonbridge to Bristol! One of her poems has recently been translated into Croatian on behalf of JAR a Juvenile Arthritis Research charity, very close to her heart! You can find her @Kit_weston1.
