Poet’s Showcase
Goodbye Noel
By Beverly Boyd
The colored lights are out,
with wreaths and ribbons;
leaves drop from faded poinsettias:
goodbye, Noel.
It is always like this:
waiting with bated breath
for familiar faces and gifts,
perhaps brushed with snow;
a moment of peace
and again it is gone,
Noel.
Homesick for what is lost,
yet spring flowers will come
and other leaves will drop
in the promise of new seasons.
For the sake of this,
goodbye, Noel.
– Beverly Boyd lives in Lawrence.