Photo @ Dale Rogerson
Each day before I break my fast, I spend some time before this glass
A window gaily framed by green, by lights both festive and obscene
When I do turn and look behind, a melancholy scene I find
Look forward, Christmas and good cheer
Look backward, desolation, heartbreak, fear
Ode to Joy does not play here, tinsel, glitter, nowhere near
No winter booties, gloves, or miffs. No food … no hope
I gaze upon the scene and pray, let Christmas ‘20 fear allay
Look forward, Christmas, love, goodwill
Look backward, fear and panic, still
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a story in response to a photo prompt – in 100 words or less. You can find other stories here.
RANDOM THOUGHTS by Trish 
Good poem!
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Well done. You capture the fear/hope beautifully.
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Thank you legend!
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Dear Trish,
We can only hope 2021 will be better. Nicely penned.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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We are living through interesting times
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I can’t wait to leave this year behind. Here’s to looking forward!
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Agreed. We need a good break.
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