More often than not I include some poetry as part of my ‘out of office’ message. Sometimes it is my own verse. Sometimes it’s someone else’s. The following is on my Christmas ‘out of office.’ Still a little undecided what to title it.
The night, his sieve and the moon
We stepped out this misty morning
And found our world packed away.
It was as if God had sent us ‘next day’
Delivery to a far flung place.
We listened to our muffled voices and laughed
‘Is this what it feels like to be a gift?’
Roadside saplings stepped from the mist
Like children shedding winter coats.
And the sun peered behind misted glass,
A loved one coming to the door.
And then we walked across servings
Of frosted fields and realised that
Night had tapped his sieve
Against the moon last night.