(The dichotomy of have and have-not).
Leafless tree branches seem to grab,
eagerly at the pinpricks of white light
once strung haphazardly, now buffeted
by an godless December squall.
Reflected in the slate pathways,
they are fallen stars,
smearing around our feet.
Through smoked glass,
brighter lights, colour, music,
it’s Christmas in there
but out here in the rain
it's just another day.
© Graham Sherwood 12/2014
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