Christmas Eve
written by: Elizabeth Barton
@DestinyAngel25
The town empties and looks abandoned,
I have the whole place to myself;
I’m the only one enjoying the gym.
The silence is resounding and fills
Every cavity of light and air;
Stillness frames the rain-washed sky.
That is the best thing of all, the rain.
Come evening it cascades in curtains
Bringing comforting music;
And the tang of rain scent scorches
The pavement on cooled air,
Redolent perfume through welcome windows.
Elizabeth Barton is an artist and poet from New Zealand, with work featured in Pink Plastic House, Fevers of the Mind, Black Bough Poetry’s Rapture and Christmas/Winter Edition 2021 and Vita Brevis Literature, Nothing Divine Dies. A winner of the 2020 White Label Cinq competition, she has a forthcoming poetry collection to be published by Hedgehog Poetry Press. Her art is in private and public collections worldwide, including the V & A Prints Collection, London.
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