Herbert Nehrlich - Foreboding

Only when the last needle,
and the most tenacious ornament
have fallen off this year's tree
and when all bottles are empty,
the cupboards bare again.....
only then will the Gods relent
and, with a heavenly twinkle,
send a small smile through the clouds,
followed by some half-hearted flakes
of last season's snow and sleet,
silly remnants of a life gone by,
heralds of the coming insignificance.

Herbert Nehrlich

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