On wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns
the shimmering snow in magical light,
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.
Innocent faces gleam, old are reborn
as fanciful flakes seem to rise in flight
on wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns.
Powder settles, softening sharpest thorns
as spring’s flowers sleep beneath drifts of white
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.
Oh, joyous wonder, no past years to mourn!
The hills and trees sparkle like child’s eyes bright,
on wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns.
Our gifts are unwrapped, the day’s all but worn
and festive flakes frolic well into night
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.
Through frosty pane, we watched peaceful day born
with glistening nature’s brilliance in sight.
On wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.
for Gail's Christmas Snow Contest, 11/26/14
It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done,
My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll,
On this peaceful night the village is silent, and I see no one,
Walking under the warm glow of a decorated streetlight pole.
I stand and gaze at the windows of the house next door,
Where a tree glows with bubble lights and tinsel strands,
Three stockings holding wishes, await over the fire's roar,
A scene straight from a dream, so wonderful and grand.
Glancing upwards, as the clouds glide across the moon,
Silver stars are out mingling with the drifting snowflakes,
A sight to enjoy here and now, for morning will be here soon,
A beautiful Christmas memory, deep in my heart to take.
Only one car comes up the street, as I walk along our lane,
Just a friendly snowman is there to greet me with a hello,
I stop, adjust his top hat, and reposition his pipe and cane,
This cold-hearted man has made a child smile, I know.
My ears lead me to the street corner where carolers sing,
As those old familiar notes drift towards me on the air,
More sounds seem to awaken as the bells distantly ring,
I felt nothing but a warming glow as I was standing there.
Like paper angels falling softly from an open sky above
They swivel down precision cut from a heaven full of light
Canopying the street like diamond glitters gauntlet glove
They cloak the grounds in snow n’ welcome Christmas flight
With eyes agape I wander and feast awake in splendored love
The scene before me wraps enfolds, and slowly turtles time
As bare trees stand at arms to watch the downing of the night
The carollers on stairwells sway, with wafts of scented pine
Singing songs that carry on, while all seems crisp and bright
Beneath a Christmas snow of glow, a babe is swaddled fine
The hollies with their glossy leaves are redder than fine wine
The silver tops of Christmas trees are reaching for the moon
Electro dipped with bulbs of gold, they’re fired up with shine
When all is set on whitely snow, I hear the church bells tune
As Angel trumpets play in soft, oh yes they’re friends of mine
It’s Christmas snow that brings the joyous feel to all
As Merry Christmas cheers are heard, from one and all xxx
It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December—
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect
With luscious long coal black curly hair far down on her back
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with beaming
Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of polar bear skins
With a glossy coat sprinkled with pearls and diamonds . . . .
Out of the woods she comes so quiet in the night’s fresh snow
With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully
Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with angelic guard
The secret is that beautiful Carolina talks the animals’ languages
The birds they play in all its splendor fine without sorrows
They fly while Carolina keeps watch carefully on the horizon
Falling snow now dazzling Christmas in a ball circle most brilliant
While there is a frozen frosted sprinkling silver in the mist shining sun
Oh so!! Wonderful to behold as the Spirit of Christmas comes alive . . . .
The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud
And the all the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
And Rudolph, with his red nose so beautiful and oh so bright—
And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little
Children just like sweetly wishing little voices wonderful in dreams
With those singing, tunes a dancing light appears so wondrous
While planes from all over the world begin landing with cargo
And one each day with loads of letters from good little children
And Santa Claus begins calling the elfin troops into action while
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work as they are much tougher
But the old fighting Irish in them showing their softer side all the
While with a drop of the old fiery dew to keep them warm smiling
Like the very wee little Devil in them - mischievous and all . . . .
They do all the heavy work for the elves as they have more of a spring
In their step while almost bouncing on the tip of the their toes like
Little jumping springs so full of boundless wonder and energy and
Then day after day the letters keep arriving and landing at the North Pole
And they begin working like mad and very busily in the North Pole factory
While Santa checks the letters of all boys and girls through a secret window
And when he shakes it he sees through the mist in a glass bubble of the
Christmas treats while hurriedly calling together all of his Reindeer . . . .
The sound of hooves on the snow saddles up the sleigh he is very slim
To start off while all his helpers are loading up and he flicks the reins
And the bells start ringing and - in a flash of magic dust in spirit sings of
The ground waving he bade Mrs. Claus a very fond and loving farewell
And off he goes in a flash of light Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! echoing in the distance
Each chimney sliding down he eats the food throwing some to the Reindeer
Treats left after the night's over he feels so fat eating so much he heads back
Home to the North Pole while smiling so content at the children’s happiness
And ringing in his ears filled with golden smiles and wishing everyone a very
Merry Christmas he falls asleep after Mrs. Claus makes him a hot chocolate
Really tired but easing his weary bones year after year he loves his job very
Much so and all of the sheer delight that his efforts and those of Mrs. Clau
And his elfin helpers and the joy and fun of the Reindeer bring to all children
On this Earth!!
Merry Christmas to All!!
Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)
One Christmas eve, we walked outside, to see the colors glow
Along the street, each house was lit, our breaths as white as snow
The air was sharp, and the world was white, and flakes were falling 'round
We watched it fall, turned off the lights, to crawl between the down
We slept a bit, till dawn peeked in, to wake our drowsy eyes
Our coffee sipped, now warmed and fit, we took a walk outside
The morning chilled, was crystal clear, along the windswept hills
The world was white, from snow last night, with views serene and still
A hush about, nowhere to rush, at least that’s how it seemed
We walked along a frozen stream, as if in slumber's dream
The arching sky, surrounded eyes, with a morning star that shined
As sun came up to tint the snow, with pink among the pines
The birds and deer had reappeared, and all the things that creep
Below the hills, the sparkling town, was soon aroused from sleep
The world had changed from winter’s blue to soft and ermine white
A snow globe world, was all aglow, of winter kissed delight
The Christmas lights, of red and green, had shone a rainbow hue
upon the snow, that lined the streets, turned on before the sun
Our souls refreshed, with frosty breath, we journeyed home in ease
Contentment came on silken wings, and the world was filled with peace
For Contest: "A Christmas Snow", sponsored by Gail Doyle 4/12/14
Carolers sing in front of a garland draped door
In scarf and boot turn, spill grog into snow pour.
Approaching our porch with, “Come ye faithful”
Open the door and come, let’s adore the merciful.
To the smell of chimney smoke add the sight,
Of the warm glow from window's light;
And there's no question, no question at all,
Christmas has surely come with the snowfall!
There is subtle sweetness in the sun’s glow
As people’s shadows fall on the white snow.
Together the flakes form a soft, white blanket
That covers everything in sight as if in anklet
Barren trees, branches in twig like manner
The winter has come with his stern scanner.
Look there on the roof how the icicles hang
Winter has taken rest from sturm und drang.
Then they will go from house to house to greet
In the eve, watch nativity plays on the street.
December 6, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fourth Place Win
Contest: A Christmas Snow by Gail Angel Doyle
The soft snow flakes fall gently coating
the land which to white is turning.
Trees brushed white stand gleaming
as Christmas dawns with sunlight bursting.
A hush settles as people start stirring
emotions high, children in the snow delighting.
Soft and pristine white as the wind sets it flurrying
its touch a whisper as it brushes cheeks now settling.
Magical flakes of pure white glistening and sparkling,
while icicles translucent adorn trees decorating
their branches and trunks with colour reflecting.
The people filled with awe as Jesus they are welcoming.
contest: A Christmas Snow
Follow me and walk down an avenue of Firs
To my Log Cabin you'll view, I'm sure you'll concur
Overlooking Loch Ness, look in the fields you'll see
A herd of beautiful Reindeer roaming so free
But it's when you look around, my world glistens
It started by walking to here, footsteps to listen
Crunching, crunching, crunching, white virgin snow
Where here it's normally dark, now it's all aglow
As we turn the corner many colours in radiate
Glistening amidst the white kaleidoscopic drape
Then to the cabin we view, lanterns of every colour
Hanging in joyful sway never outdoing each other
As we draw nearer through the arched window I see
So beautiful in adorn, a most lovely Christmas Tree
Through the door we enter, Sleigh Bells in the Snow
It's at this time of year, so many many smiles show
Snowy splendor of white fluffy freshly fallen snow blanketing everything that
Gets in its way, sparkling like glitter from the illumination descending light
Of the stars, moon, and lights of the street lamp.
Snowman all a glitter in the front yard, with its black top hat, a scarf around its neck,
An orange carrot nose, greeting all visitors.
Snow settled on the spindly tree branches glisten like arms with finger
The homes lit up with different colored Christmas lights on eaves for the holiday spirit,
A candle lit in the window a beacon for those that are traveling,
A warm welcoming to friends to come in and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate,
Wrapped in a warm quilt, enjoying Christmas stories
And sit around the inviting fireplace.
A fresh cut blue spruce sits by the window decorated with delicate old glass
Ornaments handed down, candy canes, toys, children’s handmade ornaments,
an a star to light up the top of the tree, wrapped with strings of popcorn and
cranberry garland, homemade cookies and cakes scenting the air
Carolers out in the chill of the winter night, all warm in stocking hats, wool
Mittens, snow boots, and warm coats singing,
Deck The Halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Warming people’s hearts
It’s the most wonderful time of the year
By Eve Roper 12/09/2014
I stood on the balcony one night,
The land was bathed in luminous light,
The air was filled with winter's chill,
Frost had covered the window sill.
I stared into the sky above,
My heart had swelled full of love,
The galaxy glowed with bright stars,
Lights so heavenly, from afar.
The night shone bright on every hill,
Yet, everything was quiet and still,
Through the valley no wind did blow,
The little village blanketed in snow.
What joy the Yule is going to bring,
At the break of dawn, the town will sing,
Making this, one eve to remember,
On one magical night of December.
But, in this fantasy land it is late,
And this seasonable panorama is great,
I want to take this long walk alone,
Through unchanging scenery, I wander from home.
I'll take a candle to light my way,
Upon the ice, I could walk until day,
I made it up a deep, glittering bank,
In the glistening snowflakes, my feet sank.
A million diamonds now covered the land,
I pulled my mittens on, over my hands,
The snow could never melt in this cold,
The Northern degrees of stories once told.
I will enjoy the winter as in days of old,
The still photographs of the past unfold,
A thermometer shows the drop of degrees,
The thaw of the snow I hope not to see.
Mirrored is my reflection along the river,
Quartz crystals of ice, makes me shiver,
Icicles hang from a cabin, near the woods,
Silently, wolves and elk in the forest, stood.
Reindeer and rabbits run through the snow,
A memorable sight in the lovely moon's glow,
An owl calls out from high in a tree,
Imagine all this, as a keepsake to see.
Tomorrow the snow will make the children sing,
To the hills, a toboggan they will bring,
Soon, we will hear his sleigh bells ring,
And, all the Christmas bells will be jingling!
Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Leonora Galinta's contest - Christmas Epic
A Christmas Snow
(Secret Of The Snow)
Majestic ice, coated frozen trees, stand high
Branches flow like magic wands with powdered sighs
Angels turn pure white at Christmas time in little towns
So lovely coming down in feathery ice gowns
While giant houses glow by fire lights
Church spires reach out, praying on the night
For snow to come on stronger in their flight
Reds, yellows, blues, shimmering what they know
Each snow flake breaks out in celebration but slow
Accumulating warmth in a song and dance of winter
Exposing themselves on soft wings that splinter
Crystalline are their smiles on the wires and leaves
Gentle winds open up each gentle angels tumbling fleece
As six wings of ice declare the mystery of Christmas to begin
Angels can really dance on the head of a pin
Turn pure white; kiss the children on the nose
Angels are in fact the pure white snow
Each one unique and only children knows the secret
Created on 11/26/14 for “A Christmas Snow”- Poetry Contest
Snow sprinkles the ground
as delicate as sugar
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
white like the pages I battle with
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
And when it lands,
A blanket of perfection
glistening the season to a crisp
gently the sun arises
"there's no where to go today,
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."
As the snow falls around me, I marvel at God’s wholesome and worthy entity.
The Lord, on his special day, has given me a gift so precious and special;
He has opened my eyes to his wondrous glory.
The Lord above all has allowed me to see the beauty in the smallest of things:
The stars and moon at night, and the clouds and sun by day;
The little trickles of freezing cold, yet clean, fresh, clear water
Running down the mountainsides, quenching my insatiable thirst;
The trees in all their grandeur,
That provide my warmth when I gather their branches;
The leaves and pine needles at my feet,
Providing soft beds for me and all the forest creatures.
Best of all of these, however, is the snow.
The beautiful snow in which no two snowflakes are the same.
The same biting cold, yet strangely comforting and fulfilling snow,
In which brings forth light on the darkest of days.
I must thank the all-loving God, who has bestowed upon me this glorious gift.
Me, a pathetic excuse for a soldier who has run away
From the sight of bloodshed because I cannot stand to fight another friend.
Me, a coward who is now running from the law,
And living solely in the forest for fear of being caught and hanged.
Me, a God-believing man who has sinned greatly.
But I have repented. I have asked God for forgiveness of my sins on Christmas Eve night,
And He has replied by giving me snow on Christmas morning,
showing me that I am not alone, and that I should not be afraid.
And, by His grace, when all I have been seeing was darkness and despair,
He opened me up to allow me to see the beauty and light in all his creation.
“I praise You, oh glorious God, for giving me this most wonderful gift!
I thank You for forgiving me, a sinner, of all my wrongdoings,
and for giving me this awe-inspiring gift, for which I have done nothing to deserve!
I exalt you on high, oh Lord, for all that you have done and given me,
and will do for me and give me! I will love and praise you always!
There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he,
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow
I wish I could have a beautiful wife.
With a cheerful smile.
A wonderful heart.
Ready to start a brand new life.
I wish I could have a brand new house.
Which has a cat, a dog, or even a mouse.
I wish our house could have a Christmas Tree.
With lots of pretty lights, and bulbs to see.
I wish I could have a brand new car.
A car I could drive.Very near or very far.
I wish I could have a brand new TV.
Big and wide, with a very large screen.
Full of color and DVD.
I wish I could have a Teddy Bear.
Cozy and cuddly.A bear like me..
I wish I could have a Grandfather Clock.
Ticking by day, and ticking by night.
Only ticking when the time is right.
And I wish there could be a Santa Claus.
Who can deliver my wishes by tomorrow night.
Because Christmas wishes should be for all.
Even myself, standing ten feet tall..
Christmas Wishes Poetry-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2004,2014..ALL rights reserved..
Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting
gray chill in the air.
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
as I obliterate pint-sized
failing to don halos
that could have easily been
brush stroked with
da Vinci's golden teardrops.
"I suggest you peruse Alighieri’s 'Inferno' –
it may, at least, promote heat - if not hope!"
Frost continues to cloud my spectacles -
thick and relentless
eagerly permeating the glass -
endeavoring to dance
a feverish Fantasia foxtrot
upon the skins of my pupils.
My heavy feet scuffle
past these endearing peasants.
forgotten Mt. Everest tombstones.
Disgraced outcasts of embarrassment -
smashed against a stark white canvas
hands cut off –
sticking out their parched tongues
begging for alms.
Click and count.
Their fragile bodies so much alive
their dark, hallowed eyes
(So be it)
They stealthily huddle alone -
(Hah! I’ve created my own personal oxymoron!)
These gruesome street urchin waifs -
Dumber than a sackful of hammers and
frostier than a Maine Christmas morn,
convulsing and shivering ‘neath lampposts
without snow shoes or socks,
bawling and boo-hooing...
“Clutching weather-worn copies
of James Hilton’s 'Lost Horizon'
and littering the virgin snow
with salty saline discharge –
igniting street corner bonfires
without the faintest hint of smoke."
Ah, the glorious damned winter
and that magnificent gray chill in the air.
My arctic thighs carry me home now
where I am safe.
Where I can slam my door
and shut my eyes.
My cavernous domicile
whereas I can privately converse
with Mr. Dickens and Mr. O’Neill
and read “A Christmas Carol”
or “The Iceman Cometh” -
without a snaggle-toothed interruption...
Listen to the haunting strains of L’Inverno
from Vivaldi’s “Le Quattro Staggioni”
and cackle wildly as I burn first editions
of Clement Clark Moore’s
most infamous penning -
pour myself a
tall glass of ice cubes -
devour a heaping bowl
of vichyssoise -
scarf down a fudgcicle
turn the air conditioner
chilly, an cold
windy, freezing, an white
shivering, bitter, an frost bites
gloves, long boots, an coats
snowmen, snow fights
Snowman, who ‘s also as white as tissues
Wants to wear Santa Claus' pair of shoes
He sits right on top of two short poles
Down the snow he has his propelling rolls
Dec. 15,2014 6.05am
Contest: A Christmas Character Clerihew
Sponsor: My fave, Poet Andrea
Hearing the jingling bells of Santa's sleigh,
Hanging silver tinsel on the tree for trim,
My cousin and I going sledding all day,
Reading the story of Scrooge and Tiny Tim.
Building a house made of spicy gingerbread,
And hearing a Bing Crosby Christmas tune,
Leaving out cookies before going to bed,
Seeing eight tiny reindeer flying by the moon.
Santa Claus bringing toys down our chimney,
Almost every house twinkling with lights,
Cutting down a fresh, pine Christmas tree,
Hanging antique ornaments, so shiny and bright.
Grandma and I baking my favorite cookies,
Shopping for Christmas gifts in every store,
A fireplace with a stocking hung just for me,
And singing Christmas carols at every door.
My hometown covered in glistening, white snow,
And the sweet, minty taste of a candy cane,
Presents containing treasures we wouldn't know,
And drawing snowflakes on a frosty window pane.
My Mom making a snowman, as perfect as can be,
Decking the halls with garlands, wreaths and more,
Whispering wishes to Santa, sitting on his knee,
And the excitement we all had the night before.
December 12th, 2013
All I remember is going into the garage to get the snow shovel.
I am not even sure how much of the driveway I managed to shovel. Apparently, I was lying in the snow for several hours before one of the neighbors noticed me.
The next thing I remember is waking up from a deep sleep to the sounds of beeping machines with tubes and wires stuck into and on my body.
As I slowly regained consciousness and my eyes were able to focus, I was aware of a young, bald child looking down on me.
“Hi,” said the smiling, angelic face. Given the child’s age and complete baldness, I could not tell whether they were a boy or a girl. And, with the tube inserted in my throat and taped to my mouth, I was in no position to return their salutation.
I tried to remember who this child might be and why they were here with me. I guess my eyes displayed my confusion as the child said, “I'm Elizabeth. They let me walk around the hospital a little. Sometimes I sneak out of the oncology wing and look for people who have no visitors. I like to make sure someone is there when they wake up. I know I always like to see someone when I wake up from my operations.”
She just stood above me smiling. I then noticed she was holding my hand.
“Sometimes it is hard for family members or friends to come visit. Some people just really don’t like hospitals. And, I guess”, she said, “not everybody has someone that close to them. So, I like to become their visitor for them. I hope you don’t mind.”
I didn’t mind. Although it did make me embarrassed to realize that I fit in the latter category; I didn’t have anybody that close to me.
She just smiled at me and petted my hand as the medications worked their magic on me and I started to drift back off to sleep. I heard a nurse come into the room and say, “There you are, Honey. You need to get back to your room now and leave this nice man be.”
The next time I regained consciousness, I noticed a hand drawn picture of a house with a Christmas tree out front with a note that said, “I hope you get home before Christmas” and was signed by Elizabeth.
Each new day, I was welcomed by another drawing of Christmas scenes; smiling faces; reindeer; and, starry skies. All containing a happy note and all signed, ”Love, Elizabeth”.
After ten days of recovery and following the insertion of two stents into my heart, I was well enough to return to my empty home. On my way out of the hospital, I stopped by the Oncology Wing to say good-bye and thank you to Elizabeth. When I asked the nurse at the floor station where I could find Elizabeth, she replied, “Oh I'm sorry, Elizabeth is no longer with us.”
I then said, “Well can you tell me her home address or phone number, I would really like to thank her for visiting me in my hospital room this past week.”
The look on the nurse’s face indicated that I misunderstood what she had meant. Elizabeth was no longer with us.
Sadly, I started walking towards the exit.
Just before I got to the elevator, I noticed an open door with a man lying on his bed, with tubes in his nose and throat and nobody else in the room with him. I went into his room and sat in the empty chair.
When he opened his eyes two hours later, I said, “Hi, I'm Joe. I noticed there was nobody here when you were brought back from your operation and I know how nice it is to see a smiling face when you wake up, so I thought I would sit here with you for a while. I hope you don’t mind.”
He squeezed my hand; gave a slight smile; and, slowly drifted off back to sleep.
My white Christmas dreams had come true,
As the dim twilight began to close in,
Then my winter wonderland faded to blue,
I was lonesome with no happiness within.
On a Christmas night, so lonely and blue,
Surrounded by four decked, empty walls,
Sitting by the tree, just thinking about you,
As white snowflakes continued to fall.
As the pine tree twinkled with brilliant light,
My smile was lost, nowhere to be found,
Though the ornaments were shining bright,
I missed your warmth, not presently around.
Pretty, paper packages of red and green,
Are there, anticipating you at my door,
The crackling fireside, cheerful and serene,
Just as it was, the Christmas before.
I long for your kiss under the mistletoe,
So, how sad and lonely would I be,
Looking out at that faded blue snow,
If you're not here with me?
Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Giorgio V.'s contest - "A Song Inspires A Poem"
My poem was inspired by the song, "Blue Christmas" by Elvis Presley
winter has come
are woven in
have flocked to
they take rest in
shelter them from
rocks them to sleep
north wind, comes a
fall gently, on
waits for them at
are all hearts on
For the "Mussetle Train Contest:"
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
Morning dawns with a touch of a chill
Touching naked feet with a thrill
Open the blinds and look outside
Realizing you might stay at the hearthside
Shimmering snowflakes fall to the earth
Whispering glimpses of angel’s birth
Reminding the heart to always find joy
In the simple things like a shiny new toy
The world is recreated from gray and dismal
To a winter wonderland of all that is cheerful
Snow so pure white and bright that it glistens
Filling the entire world with a ear that listens
The silence of the moments sends up a prayer
Filling the moment with a peaceful affair
Instilling in the heart a sense of pure hope
That slides down from the freezing slope
Christmas morning, for this year’s holiday
Has prompted us to celebrate this birthday
With reassurance that a snowy ground
Sends joy, peace and love all around!!!
*A Christmas Snow* - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gail Angel Doyle
Snow is falling, covering everything in town
with a shimmering,light, fluffy, white thick blanket of snow
Tall, bare, maple trees are lined up on the side of the road
like sentries standing guard
The lamp posts are lighting the streets
and the clock tower bells are ringing,
letting everyone know the time
A horse with a wool blanket,
harnessed with a wood hames,
and blinders keep him focused on what is up ahead,
pulling a farm wagon, being lead my his owner,
carrying supplies, is trotting down the road
It’s evening, and big brother is pulling a sleigh
with his baby sister and brother all dressed in their warmest clothes,
heavy wool coats, hand knitted hats, gloves,
and scarfs around their necks,
wrapped in a warm blanket in the sleigh
A stray dog in tow
He stops in front of a window that is decorated with garland, pine-cones,
and gold and red Christmas tree ornaments displaying a variety of toys
They all stare in wonderment wishing
Santa would bring them some wonderful toys
A Lionel train set for me,
A red Raido Flyer wagon for my little brother,
And a doll and doll house for my baby sister.
By Eve Roper 11/25/2014
I went walking in the silent and stillness of winter,
It had snowed softly on this Christmas night;
Homes glowed from deep within and sparkled bright,
A lonely snowflake kisses my cheek like a feather.
Wandering deserted town streets a solitary walker,
Park benches buried in the pure white snow;
Quietly an icy and frosty stream still ripples and flows,
And the shops are luminous in the town center.
At the church stained glass panes are welcoming,
The pristine snow lay on the steps in tranquility;
I bow my head in prayer recalling memories of family,
Whispering snowflakes fall on my hair blowing.
Faint a sound from something left near the church,
I approach the snow draped box, unsure;
And a mewing, mewing within the wet enclosure,
Then a small forlorn white kitten lurched.
I cuddled the kitten in my arms brushing off the snow,
A lonely girl and a lost kitten together this night;
While the snow is falling and falling in sheets of white,
And I call this kitten found * Christmas Snow *.
December 6, 2014
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Snow flake's here, snow flakes there and soon there's snowflake's everywhere.
Some city may have sunshine, other places may even see rain. Whatever is the reason,
don't allow these astronomical happening's make you forget that, "(Jesus) He's the
reason for the season, that Christmas is the day of sharing love and a day that our kid's
should appreciate a day that our world was in need of a change.
Somewhere must I say, some lil boy with no toys will not enjoy this christmas day. But
really, its not always the presents that's stock underneath the tree, on this day as the
snow is still falling from the skie's, let us remember sharing is just as important. For un-
to us in Bethlehem, a King is born and love is the morale of the x-mas story. Love is
the reason just watch your kid's have fun as they run around and play, to the one's less
fortunate to not have what other's have or don't have, together let's us pray for happi-
ness throughout our familie's and our leadership all over this great land in which we
live. The greatest gift is due in all for joy of the reason. "He's the reason for the season,
and his ressurection is a gift of his Glory".
It was a visit long overdue by most people’s standards. I had last seen my daughter two years prior to that during a whirlwind trip which she and her fiancé had made to Cape Town. I had an unexpected financial windfall and the money was burning a hole in my pocket. On the spur of the moment, I called my daughter and asked her to source accommodation for me in London over the Christmas season. A few days later, she called me back with the news that all the hotels had been booked up, save for the Ritz. I chuckled at the idea of having to spend my entire holiday budget on just one night at the Ritz. Then reason asserted itself and we put our heads together to come up with an alternative solution. I could hear her flatmate in the background, chipping in with her penny’s worth of advice. My daughter hung up and I was feeling down in the mouth about the plans for the trip being derailed in such a fashion. Later that evening, my daughter called back with the offer that if I did not object to sleeping on the settee in the lounge, I would be most welcome to stay with them at their London flat. I gladly accepted. She is a chef at a top restaurant and I was looking forward to gourmet meals prepared by her - including the Christmas turkey.
screeching seagulls dive
at sushi scraps on a plate -
the urchin watches
The evening of the booked flight to London, arrived. It was an uncomfortable hot day and I showered and dressed with only minutes to spare before my friend took me to the airport to book in the statuary two hours before international flight departures. At the airport everything was in chaos. We were given the unwelcome news that our flight had been cancelled. This was the third direct flight to London which had been cancelled that week due to London experiencing the worst weather and snow since records began in 1890! We were offered alternative flights and had to stand in queues for hours in order to procure a new airline ticket. Some people became very verbose and insisted on being granted passage on other airline carriers (at the cost of our local airline carrier).
I do not know whether it was due to the weather or the disappointment I was feeling, but when my turn came at last to book a new flight, I readily agreed to fly on Christmas Eve ( three days hence) to London. If I had been given time to reflect on this date, I would not have accepted it. Arriving in London on Christmas Day would have been disastrous: The tubes and other public transport would have been curtailed on Christmas Day and shops and other amenities would have been closed for the day. This I knew from previous trips to the UK over the festive season. To add insult to injury, taxis would have charged triple for cab fare and no amount of quibbling would have swayed them. I phoned my friend to collect me and when we got home, I poured a large glass of Merlot and retired on the sun lounger in the garden. It was *full moon that evening and it was almost worth missing the trip to witness its beauty. I left my bags in the hallway and retired early – after phoning my daughter and giving her an update on the status quo.
between moon flowers -
Six am the following morning, I was woken up by the phone ringing. Sleepily I took the call. It was the airline inquiring whether I could get to the airport by seven am. My friend was dancing up and down in agitation and already had the car out by the time I had brushed my teeth. I offered to pay any speeding fines which she might incur during our mad dash to get to the airport on time.
The flight was an additional service which was laid on to get the backlog of passengers to their desired destinations. Heathrow had given our pilots permission to proceed, hence the call to me that morning. We were a total of thirty six passengers on the Boeing 747 – it translated to two passengers per crew member. We were treated to five in flight movies which were current and could eat and drink as much as we wished to. By the time we landed in London at seven pm that evening, there was a festive spirit among us. A radio taxi (which my daughter had organised) was waiting to collect me at Heathrow airport. It was a chilly four degrees Celsius below zero and I was grateful for my leather coat and wool accessories.
steep steps to flat
shut out the bitter world -
a heart pounds
*The December 2010 lunar eclipse occurred from 5:27 to 11:06 UTC on December 21, coinciding with the date of the December solstice. It was visible in its entirety as a total lunar eclipse in North and South America, Iceland, Ireland, Britain and northern Scandinavia.
"bitter" means piercingly cold..... A term commonly used by Britishers...
"flat" means apartment. The Londoners I know, refer to it as just "flat" with no adj or possessive noun or article. Please see the About section for explanations regarding the 1ST AND LAST haiku.
Haibun(literally, haikai writings) is a prosi-metric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and includes the autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal. ~ Wikipedia
I was nine, I saw from my window
The snow was coming down
Little crystal snowflakes
Barely kissed the ground
Outside Mr Snowman was waiting
For all the girls and boys
To whisk them away on a merry ride
To the land of toys
I remember flying through the air
Looking down upon the town
For some reason I can’t recall
I was in my dressing gown
The land of toys was a magical place
Santa was there too
Picking out toys for all the children
There was I recall quite a queue
All the toys in Toyland
Where vibrant and alive
Santa was in a bit of a hurry
He had to be home by five
Santa gave me a toy soldier
That was alive while I was there
Though back home was just a plastic toy
Which I thought a little unfair
Home, the snow was still falling
From an overcast slate grey sky
I admit I had a lump in my throat
As I bid Mr Snowman goodbye
I have tried to re-create that moment
Many times, alas all in vain
It was a once in a lifetime experience
I never saw Mr Snowman again
But what magical memories
They really did happen to me
And yes, I am quite well aware
Something similar was shown on T.V.
Snowy Christmas Delight
Crystalline flakes of the snow drifted down,
Created blankets of whiteness that gleam,
Hastily covered old time-weathered earth…
Beautiful vision, so peaceful and clean.
Tree tops all glisten with glow from the light
Of lampposts and moonbeams spread over town…
Snow mounds of fluff adorn bushes and plants…
Hillsides flow down like a white satin gown.
Lights draped around windows twinkle like stars
While indoors reflect the bejeweled trees,
Green wreaths and red bows adorn every door…
The splendor of Christmas…a soft, gentle breeze
That whispers it’s magic of love and peace
And good will to those who honor this night
Of a blessed Christmas, aglow with joy…
In the wonder of winter’s snowy delight.
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
snow falls lightly
from the sky up above
soflty falling down
like the feather of a dove
each snow flake is different
like each one of us
falling to the ground
like snow often does
it's steals away breath
this brilliant thing
so pure and refreshing
like the songs angels sing
they sing for remembrance
of God and his sun
throwing down these white tokens
to say winter has begun
white is for birth
the birth of baby christ
white is for hope
that things are alright
each flake that falls
from the sky up above
is a gift from God
telling us we are loved