Monday, 22 December 2025

GIFTS

  


Gifts arrive with yuletide
Lights wrap warmth in winter
Snow softens every corner
Trees cradle patient parcels
Candles hold quiet prayers
Gifts speak love without words
Sharing becomes celebration
Hearts rise through giving
All gifts echo grace




9 lines only...free verse... 5-10 syllables per line... details here : https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/contests/love_language_of_yuletide_23818)


(The poem got second place in the contest : check out here : https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/contests/love_language_of_yuletide_23818)

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