Christmas Time

Hey Thinking out loud here xx :D

This week I have decided to upload a poem, given that we are now less than five months away from Christmas I feel like it ok to post a Christmas poem, it’s a little reminder that Christmas in NZ and in the rest of the southern hemisphere is a little different to the cold snow-filled Christmas up in the northern hemisphere. 

 

Christmas Time

By Freya Anastasia Hatfield

Presents sitting under a tree

decorations hanging for all to see

its that special time of the year

Christmas is once again here

St Nicholas, St Nick, Santa Clause, Father Christmas

these are the names that are known

for the man in the red suit, black boots, and long white beard

the man with the twelve flying reindeer,

the sleigh that goes faster than the speed of light,

takes him all of one night.

Children screaming, families rejoice, its the happiest time of year

the sun is shining the beaches buzzing, that’s right its summer here

sometimes it rains but it’s still hot out, singlets, short and jandals are whats worn

put away those jumpers, scarf gloves and woolly hats,

no snow will ever be found here, not in New Zealand at this time of year.

Its the arvo on the beach, swimming in the surf and sandcastle competitions

slip, slop, slap and wrap up don't get burnt, as the sunbeams down

this is Christmas in the southern hemisphere

barbecues are plenty, maybe a pavlova or two,

we still have the Christmas cake and pudding

some British traditions still remain

don't forget the arvo nap, the smelly farts, feet up

kids don't wake dad he's been up all night

the night draws in its time for the Christmas films

none though show Christmas in the southern hemisphere

so snow again it is, no sunscreen there, its woolly hats, gloves and scarfs

give us the sunnies, beachgoers and surf that’s are Christmas, down here

Santa in his Christmas suit, jandals on his feet no snow boots here, please

this is a New Zealand Christmas

this is the Christmas way in the southern hemisphere

Winters Calling

 Winters Calling

By Freya Anastasia Hatfield

The wind is howling, its blast is icy

cold daggers hit with a winter chill.

It’s dark mornings and cold nights

they creep in so silent yet have a sharp bite

this is the winter calling and the endless nights.

The moon is bright, the night sky is crisp,

the only lights needed, are thousands of miles away

twinkling shining stars, scattered throughout the night sky.

Trees blow in a gentle night breeze now that the night dwellers have left,

the water is calm as it’s inhabitants sleep beneath the unbroken surface.

snow settles for some, and others it’s a mere dream that never comes,

rainfalls for most, some places it floods some it’s a thankful reprieve.

the sun still shines, but the air is crisper and colder than in its sister months

this is the winter calling and the biter months to come.

Trees lose their leaves, the branches standing bare

birds that ones housed there escape migrating to a warmer climate.

Branches cover with frost, turning into glass as they glisten in the suns rays.

Leaves turn red and brown as they lay on the ground,

they turn crisp in the winter air, they crunch beneath unsuspecting feet.

It only lasts for three months a year, yet can feel so much longer.

Animals hibernate, some are more awake,

it makes us wrap up warm, it’s more cozy days indoors.

Movie days, game days, more days spent inside as the bitterness thrives

it’s icy, it’s chilly, it cuts through your clothes,

this is the winter calling.

Changing Seasons

By Freya Anastasia Hatfield

The days are changing, getting shorter, the nights grow longer and colder, 

the need for wrapping up warm becomes more evident.

Wearing socks on a night and a big jumper shows how the season is changing, 

shorts and singlets will soon be a distant memory,

 the Summer heat will soon become a dream.

Days of 15 degrees will become a new reality, 

days stuck inside while the rain pours, 

keeping plants and trees alive before the harsh heat of Summer will once again return. 

Nights of 4 degrees, wind howling, trees rustling, 

thunder banging and lightning crashing as the endless storms roll on overhead, 

while you lie in a warm bed, listening to the music of the night.

The cold you know won’t last long, but while its here, 

you can’t help but hope soon for the warmth,

 the beach days and late nights outside, with loved ones around.

For now, you settle with, movie days, game days,

hot chocolate and warm comfort food while you pass the time, 

in the coming months of shorter days, longer colder night.

Ten years, A life, a love, a loss

Ten years

A life, a love, a loss

By Freya Anastasia Hatfield

Time passes and takes some pain,

Time passes and some pain remains.

Time can heal but can also burn,

Burn out flames and burn out feelings.

Ten years fly by in a second,

A decade of love, loss and new beginnings.

Ten years of you not being here,

But knowing you’re still around.

A decade can seem so long, yet can feel like it all just happened,

Events that happened feel like they happened just days ago,

Memories on constant replay remembering happy days once spent,

Day’s of laughing, parties, family get-togethers,

memories that are held tight in time in photos and videos alike.

It seems so long ago since you left,

But feels like yesterday when I last saw you.

It doesn’t feel real or right that it’s been ten years,

since you last closed your eyes.

It doesn’t feel right that it’s been ten years since you last took a breath,

It doesn’t feel right that at 75 years and 364 days it was your time.

Time passes and takes some pain,

Time passes and some pain remains.

Time can heal but can also burn,

Burn out flames and burn out feelings.

Ten years fly by in a second,

A decade of love, loss and new beginnings.

Ten years of you not being here,

But knowing you’re still around.

We loved you then,

We love you now,

Time can pass,

You can be gone,

But the memory of you will live on.

Another ten years can go,

But you won't,

More people will die,

More babies will be born,

But the power of your love will never change,

The power of who you were will never die.

You were strong,

You were inspiring,

You were a backbone,

Quite simply you were a diamond,

Shine bright.

Time passes and takes some pain,

Time passes and some pain remains.

Time can heal but can also burn,

Burn out flames and burn out feelings.

Ten years can fly by in a second,

A decade of love, loss, and new beginnings.

Ten years of you not being here,

But knowing your still around.

Ten years of missing you.

Ten years of not forgetting you.

Ten years of keeping your love strong.

Ten years making sure you were not forgotten.

To ten years and to many more.

Never forgotten.

Neer out of sight or mind.

Never too far away.

To love and loss, and new beginnings.

We loved you then, and we love you still.

Love you always and forever our shining diamond.