Christmas Eve.

Thanks to everyone who braved the winter weather to see the show at the 331 Club last night. It was a fun night. I’m in the beginning stages of planning out my 2010 performance calendar, which I can promise will include more live performances in many more locations. Keep your eyes on the website for those shows to be posted.

Have a wonderful holiday and I look forward to seeing you all in the New Year.

Nearest To You
Here in the evening with the lights turned low,
I can see through my window the prairies of snow.
The wintry drifts are piled up high,
And fade into charcoal where they meet with the sky.
The snow glows in the moonlight pale as grace,
And curves with the earth in its infinite space.
When the wind kicks up, it sprays in a mist
And tickles the weather vane light as a kiss.
I can see past the pasture to the graveyard in town,
Where they carved in the earth and laid you down.
The snow has covered you up past your stone,
And I imagine it is hushed under there all alone.
A quiet cathedral, the darkness complete,
Under a broad, unbroken, comforting sheet
Of glistening, perfect, crystalline white,
Drifting from heaven in mourning tonight.
The snow at its base, nearest to you, is blue -
-    as blue as your birthstone – and I am too.
Here in the evening with the lights turned low,
I can see through my window the prairies of snow.

–Grant Dawson