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When the night mist falls around you in a thick undying fog

And obscures the stars in heaven in a twisted monologue

When the hooting owl quiets and the wolf begins to howl

And you shiver to your core before night’s unsightly growl

Let hope hold you till sunrise

Till the dawn brings night’s demise

 

When the winter frost subdues you and you’re shaken to the core

Not a single ray of sunshine hints of summer’s months in store

And the blizzard shrieks its vengeance at the freezing mountain tops

Let the hope beneath the snow bloom like stubborn sweet Snowdrops

Let hope bud beneath the pain

Let it skip through pouring rain

 

Let it laugh with sparkling eyes

Let hope live, let hope rise

 

In loving memory of my grandmother Nadezhda Fedrovna Kondroshova (1927-2019). Her name meant hope in Russian.

Viktoria Nikola

2019

 

 

I am a “the,” make no mistake

And in this phrase – no prideful ache

I am a “the,” do not forget

This is my promise, it is no threat

 

I am a “the,” I’m not an “a”

Made out of steel, not out of clay

I am a “the,” I’m not an “a”

And in my faith there’s no delay

 

Yet, well I know, that “the’s” are rare

And when they speak, the “a’s” but stare

Still, “the” I am, and “the” I’ll stay

And never waiver, I’m born this way

 

I did not ask to be a “the”

Nor did I ask to be a “huh”

But here I am, my path unpaved

My spirit soars, my fate’s enslaved

 

I am a “the,” yet this I say

That life is easier for “a’s”

For come that dreary judgment day

The “The” will say, you weren’t an “a”

© Viktoria Nikola (2008)

Ornaments twirling on green needle branches

Glittering ribbons and song avalanches

Presents on sleighs and flying reindeer

This is my favorite time of the year

 

Lights in the windows and evergreen garlands

Chocolate candies and stories of old lands

Beautiful voices caroling cheer

This is my favorite time of the year

 

Cups of hot cocoa and crackling fireplaces

Building the snowmen with beams on our faces

Cuddling cozy with loved ones who’re near

This is my favorite time of the year

 

Shimmering snowflakes and fuzzy warm sweaters

Mistletoe kisses and sweet romance letters

Heart-pinching smiles, brimming with tears

This is my favorite time of the year

 

Holly and ivy and candles on tables

Wreaths on each door, calligraphy labels

Spending the evenings with family-dears

This is my favorite time of the year

 

Love and forgiveness, the healing of spirit

Granting us faith and letting us steer it

Joy and compassion, forgetting of fears

Oh, how I love this time of the year!

 

© Viktoria Nikola (2017)