When time is sparing
it’s not Christmas,
but mellow songs of birds
chorusing like angels,
that bring true joy
and hallelujah harmony;
it’s fresh ocean breezes
with wind in my hair,
and the salty smell of sea
that make me thirsty, yearn
for your sun-kissed energy;
it is the feel of the waves
and the sensing of tides,
roaring, eddying, spume and spray
on craggy starfish’d rocks
this Christmas day;
alone with dolphins
I’ll swim till sun sets,
when reflected lights on water shine
like shimmering diamonds,
this perfect summer night;
I’ll be thinking of you  coldness, ice and snow,
afar in glistening white landscapes
of sparkling crystal’d pine cones

and forever, red robins sing.