Dec 24 2009
Silver green
scent of pine
sparkling treasures
huddle near blazing hearth
Winter sleeps
‘neath ebon sky
stars embrace
the artic chill
Children dream
parents sleep
sleighbells sound
reindeers snort
Christmas settles
like soft fall snow
giving angels birth
and wishes truth
copyright 2009
Jan 22 2009
Cold, really cold
geese touch down
ground for the winter
cluster in parks and fields
The sky hovers between
grey and icy blue
The sun hurries
across the sky
giving way to an
arctic yellow moon
that smiles and shivers
and fogs a nightly halo
For the first time
in years….
I need a hat
copyright 2009
Dec 08 2008
Winter tree sighs fog
crystals, like faeries, exhale
silver sky approves
copyright 2008
If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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