There are a few Christmas decorations scattered near it.
As the festivities commence
my thoughts turn north
to the country of my birth
where snow crunches underfoot
and darkness is driven away
by constant pools of light.
Where ice sparkles
and children exhale
frosty breath
making snow angels
on silvery lawns.
Now I’ve put down roots
where summer’s sun
bakes the thirsty earth
and children dance
on dusty paths.
Here, where velvet darkness
draws in quickly
and Africa’s golden moon
smiles down, I know
I’m already home.
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Image credit: Jonathan Borba @ Pixels
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #113 photo prompt
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Home is where the heart is Chris. You’ve experienced both the types of Christmases. I hope you have a wonderful day. Thanks for joining in my friend
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Thanks so much, Sadje! I’d rather be in the warm. Have a lovely evening 😁
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You’re welcome my friend! Right now, me too.
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Thanks for sharing, Sadje 🙏
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Beautiful wintery poetry contrasted with your home’s warm welcome! 🙂
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Thanks, Tom. It’s hard to imagine snow when the temperature’s in the low 30s!
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lovely
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‘I’m already home’ is so evocative and so wistful for me at the same time.
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Thanks, Reena. I’m pleased that final phrase resonated with you.
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What a warm and cozy poem, well done Chris.
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Thanks so much, Mason!
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down under
mebbe torn asunder
you are a winner
in my book
happy holidays!
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Happy holidays to you too, Utahan!
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just john with his critical son tom , whom it seems always wants to talk. so yeah you too Chris.
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This is lovely Chris
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Thank you, Di! 😊
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A heartfelt ode to Nostos and what home really is.
Merry Chris tmas!!
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Thanks, Spira 😊 καλά Χριστούγεννα!
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A tale of two halves, different climates, different ends of the Earth. Both welcoming in their own way, yet one more welcoming than the other. Good one, Chris.
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Thanks very much, Tom! Christmas in the sun is still very weird to me. 🎄😎
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I’d imagine it would take some getting used to.
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Beautiful poem, Chris! I can relate because almost 30 years ago, I moved to Florida. I have fond memories of snow and the mountains of Virginia, but I don’t long to live there again. Merry Christmas, Chris! ❤
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Thanks, Cheryl 😊Merry Christmas to you!
I’m still not used to Christmas in the heat even after 11 years, but I definitely don’t miss the snow.
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I love the movement of this poem. The ending made me very happy!
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Thanks so much, Liz. I’m pleased it gave you that happy feeling.😊
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You’re welcome, Chris.
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A beautifully reflective poem, Chris. Is wonderful. ☺️
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Thanks very much, Jeff! 😊
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You’re welcome, Chris!
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Utterly beautiful 🙂
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HI Chris, I’ve only ever experienced one white Christmas and it was wonderful. I wouldn’t want it every year though, snow is much colder in real life than it looks in pictures [wink]. A lovely poem and I’m glad you enjoy South African Christmases.
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Snow’s fine if you don’t have to go out in it! I promise never to complain about the heat and wind of the Cape summer, since this is what we chose – I don’t do the ‘beach frying’ though. I read your Beach Café poem yesterday which brought a wry smile to my lips 🙂 What a relatable collection you and Kim have put together; I’m getting to the tragic pieces now. They are so moving.
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Hi Chris, I am glad you are enjoying my little window into Africa. The poem that upset me the most during the writing was the one called The Beggar’s Child. That woman and her baby disappeared one day and I never saw them again.
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Hi Robbie, I’ve read that one. I do the same as you with helping a consistent few, and I had a similar experience a few years ago.
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It’s sad.
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Beautiful piece, Chris! I love the last line. It’s cold in my neck of the woods but no snow. Sigh.
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Thanks, Eugenia! You’ll just have to imagine the snow. ❄️❄️❄️
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It is a true joy to know we are home.
Stay happy and healthy and have a great New Year!!
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You too, Jules. Read you next year!
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Write on!
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I love this! Especially the part about the velvet darkness drawing in quickly…such vivid descriptions!
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Thanks, Debra! That’s another contrast living here. The sun sets so rapidly compared to the UK.
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Lovely poem Chris. Wish you A Merry Christmas in advance.
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Thank you, Goutam. A Merry Christmas to you too! 🎅🎄
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A lovely sort of ode to your motherland on Christmas while celebrating the place where you live now…
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Thanks, Mich! Wishing you and yours all the very best for the festive season🎄💖
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What a lovely rounded piece, Chris. You’ll not be missing the grey, blustery skies in the UK today!
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No, indeed! Merry Christmas, Matthew. 🦌🛷🎄
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