Sunday, 25 November 2012

A Poem by Mary Aris

The Christmas Cardinal

I saw a sweet cardinal chirp away;
Singing an ancient Christmas Carol
On a frosty Christmas Day;
filling nature with its Canticle.

Winter spread her white kerchief;
The heavens lit Earth's path..
Underneathe the tree, quiet and attentive,
Enthralled I sat there like a good little lass.

No choir ever sang so divinely
Than this little Christmas Cardinal.
Crusoe, Pavarotti or Boccelli
To him can never hold a candle.

Like a good lass I sat listening
As the Christmas cardinal began to sing.

Written Dec 13, 2001 © Mary Aris, All rights reserved 

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