CHRISTMAS
A season that possesses all the light
that any lightless moment ever craved
has been reflecting something that might spite
each newest world's next wish to grow depraved.
That season owns a sorrow that has raved
a line whose central theme would bind the heart
whose motions would proclaim that life's enslaved
and barely can imply much worthwhile art.
That raving is a smile whose silence is a start.

That was good Bruce! ~Scott

Dear **Scott** [Sir!] : That QUITE special Stanza
(Spenserian) is a bonanza.
I 'fill in the blanks'
while nodding my 'thanks'
and then (hmmm.) ... Extravaganza!