An English Christmas Sonnet

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That time of season that brings good, cheer,         
When yellow leaves abandon sycamore trees,        
From their tired barren limbs that shake and veer,        
And where tiny birds’ warm songs never freeze.        
To me, it is the best that all the seasons bring.        
It brings forth pure love and the golden child,        
Which creates within humanity songs to sing,        
And psalms and words that calm even the wild.        
For in Him we see a bright and glowing fire,        
Where our ashes, shame, and fears will fade.         
His love soothes man’s souls from things dire,        
And answers the pleas that are honestly prayed.         
His caring creates a life that is never in vain,
And in believing, heaven’s gate is ours to gain.        

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James G. Piatt is the author of four collections of poetry. He has had over 1,400 poems, four novels, seven essays, and thirty-five short stories published in over 200 different national and international, books, anthologies, and magazines.

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