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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 .


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YEARNING FOR SPRING

nature sings softly her lively recital
everything  is glorious and looks vital
the swans exhibit courtship behavior
their dances visual pieces for their spring-paviour

thrushes chitter their earliest symphony
birdseed germinates and outspreads spring widely
two newts show a beautiful mating dance
strawberry plants use their early spring chance

a show of new born green just above the ground
alders pollen causing sneezing peoples' sound 
few snowdrops,  celandine,  white dead nettle
and hazel trees show leaves and huge mettle

appetite dictates this walk with our dog
a craved annual entry in our blog
at length awaited while walking and watching
dozens of reasons for thinking and talking

the artificial Christmas tree just packed
the baubles and the glass peak safely wrapped
a large cup of hot chocolate a good mate
served forthwith stale Christmas cookies on a plate

(c) Elly Wouterse
(edited 12/17/2014)


Details | Ballad | |

LET FRIGID WINTER COME

Let frigid winter come,
it feels nice to be lonesome,
seeing myself snuggled up
in a comfort blanket holding a cup
of cocoa by this warm fireplace...
while the wanderer's frozen face
is dotted with the whitest snowflakes
as he rubs his red, freckled nose!


Isn't this an unforgettable moment
to delight me feeling the thrill
of the Season with its distinct chill?
Isn't this the magic of Christmas
when joy is felt in a calm land
by the sound of chiming bells?


Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow,
and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow,
brightness can lead my footsteps really far...
shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar?
I will go from house to house and knock on every door...
tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior! 


I'm very confident that going back home
stars will gleam and children will roam:
singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy  snowballs;
happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls,
but who minds waiting in the bitter cold... 
when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world?  



Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's  contest,
" Fire And Ice "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/ 3/ 2012


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Christmas Waltz

Snowflakes waltz on cold breezes

Remembered dance steps centuries old

Changing partners on a whim

Caring not whose creation they will trim

 

Father North Wind interjects boldly

Guiding the familiar waltzing journey

As flake swirls and spin gracefully

Always retaining their individuality

 

Jack Frost, his night shift ending

Leaps and twirls from place to place

Freezing morning dew, now expanding,

Preparing for the dance troupe landing

 

Mother Nature, the definitive director

Observes diligently each intricate design

Ever mindful of their desired destination

Knowing each becomes a Christmas decoration

 

Blissfully unaware of the preparations for the show

Children awaken to blankets of snow

Hastily donning coats, caps, boots and gloves

 Father Christmas, delighted, smiles down from above


Note:  I wrote this last winter during the Christmas Season.  Hope you enjoy.  Merry Christmas !!!


Details | Free verse | |

Evergreen

They’ve hauled me into the parlour,
secure in terracotta packed with soil,
to sit awhile before my ritual humiliation.
Soon I will be baubled,
showy, gaudy, tinselled –
the court jester who will keep
them smiling through their feast –
and burdened with things that dangle,
like a tart’s cheap earrings,
and those little wooden reindeer,
hand-painted, made in Korea.

But for now they seem
to contemplate my noble nakedness,
their eyes detained by something
unplumbed in their reality;
and they are silenced, for just an instant,
by a notion, perhaps, of distant green,
a timeless forest that impinges
on the periphery of their awareness,
seeing me as I would remain,
could they but permit
such an insult to their tradition.


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Santa's On His Way

Santa's on his way
chill'n in his sleigh
all night he's delivering
while inside soft lights shimmering
out upon winter's Chrsitmas snow
it casts a glistening glow.

Windows of ice sickles glistening
while for sleigh bells children listening
his warm nature glowing
With spirit of Christmas flowing
Santa warms little childrens hearts
while eating all the cookies and tarts.

Santa's no time to play
but to bring play dough and clay
time for reindeer soon to fly
way up high in the chilling sky
his gentle nature of giving 
makes life to all worth living.

Linda Terrell


When one is young or young at heart Christmas is everything!


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THE CHRISTMAS TREE

Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason for existence.
Warmed by the sun’s rays, cradled by Mother Nature’s
Loving embrace, I’ve grown in the shadows of my elders,
My brethren of the forest wilds.
Tenderly a sprout grew forth, within me a secret kept
Unto myself alone, happily watching the world passes
Ideally by, as seasons changed from spring, to summer,
Yielding unto fall, then covered beneath
Blankets of chilling white.
I fear not the slicing of the human ax, or mourn
For having to leave thy native soil rich and warm,
For my life’s secret is coming true you see,
Mine inner Gift is to be a Christmas tree.
Blazing chains of sparkling lights shall grace
My branches of evergreen, as trims silvery tinsel
Hangs from my strong timbered limbs, that
Shine in the glowing warmth of this magical
Holiday called Christmas.
Crowning from above, admiration's highest branch
Lies a sacred symbol of ages eon’s long ago passed
A brilliant star of opulence, twinkling in the twilight’s
After glow of this special season.
Its eternal light weaves its mystical rays through my
Thick branches of pine, casting a shining upon the
Manjor hidden underneath, behold the greatest gift
Ever given, a simple child of the everlasting spirit.
Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason for existence.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN






Details | Dodoitsu | |

OUR YULE IMAGINATION

A season ago we stood
in this spot where the pine grove
was greener than the thick grass,
we looked above and saw stars.


Then was a starlit August,
a month all lovers adore,
but returning in December...
the pine grove had turned white.


Ah! No longer we could spread 
our blanket and dream as kids!
Ah! No longer the stars would
gather and shed light on us!  


And since not one pine tree was
adorned with lights, an idea
sparked our Yule imagination:
to put a star on all of them!




Entered in Russell Sivey's contest,
" Natural Dodoitsu "
Written  by Andrew Crisci on 12/26/12


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MOUNTS COVERED IN WHITE

From this glazed window over the wide and bare plain,
I contemplate mounts covered in white...
breathing the purest air, watching a kite 
fly in a cloudless sky that yesterday was filled with rain! 


Do I wish for spring? No, because landscapes attest
that winter is also beauty despite cold and snow!
Do I feel great sadness? No, because stillness is rest
for a weary spirit like mine surviving on a warm glow!  


Cuddled up in a wool blanket that grandma crocheted
on harsh winter nights, I'm munching on warm bread...
the kind baked in a break oven so deliciously crunchy;
winter stay, let me reminisce those past ones so hasty!   


For many winter days are dreary, for me it's subtle silence that lasts... 
allowing more serene thoughts that have a better reflective view!
Do I rather see snow than a green meadow gleaming with dew?
My answer is yes, because it rushes in another awaited Christmas! 


From this glazed window over the bare and wide plain,
I spot a lonely shallow struggling and feeling much pain;
it stayed behind to discover a beautiful season that the others dislike...
fly into my palm, small bird and admire those mounts covered in white!
 








Details | Crystalline | |

Frozen In Crystalline-1



The milky flows coat all around
to bring the aria of  Yule’s crown.




Nov. 26, 2014    6.10am


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Leggy Bird and a Vintage Wine

What i love
About Christmas time
Is a leggy bird
And a vintage wine

With succulent breasts
And a figure so tanned
When i wash my hands
She'll soon be manned

She's the type of bird
Who leaves me well fed
With a glass of wine
I'm ready for bed

But this little bird
Can sure last longer
For she double serves
And my hungry heart grows fonder

At my table she sits
In anticipation
As my hands delight
She has my admiration

This delicious bird on Christmas Day
Is natures Turkey, a delight I'll say
And just before we sit down to eat
We are incredibly thank full, for such a treat



My entry for Donna Golden's contest " Turkey Tribute "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php


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LET SUN RAYS TURN INTO SNOWFLAKES

Scorched as a desert eagle,
trying to get to a cool river
to wash and soothe his dry feathers,
I shout to the sizzling Nature,
" Let sun rays turn into snowflakes! "


I must place the green mistletoe on my door,
hang silver bells on it and make them ring
when guests come in with heavy coats
draped with snow as their breaths steam...
oh, summer turn into winter!


Shivering as a boy who has built a tall snowman,
I rush into a home where delights are many:
presents stacked up under a freshly-cut Christmas Tree
as lights make me dream of that Holy Night in Bethlehem... 
when baby Jesus lay asleep and angels surrounded Him!


Christmas is many months away,
and wouldn't Santa cheer up everyone tonight...
as he comes down from the snowy sky and crashes on his fat belly?
Everyone thinks that I am going insane by wishing Christmas in summer
by constantly yelling, " Let sun rays turn into snowflakes! "


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THE STARRY ILLUMINATION

The starry illumination
reflected upon the glazed Christmas snow,
which had fallen much earlier as silent children
waited with anticipation, not showing a frown;
they wished to see Santa's sleight flying low:
would he do away with this old tradition?



This was the night when angels choruses
would be heard over a land waiting for His birth;
then the shepherds saw many wonders,
now silence hushes the white, solitary fields,
and nobody is awake to be amazed by angelic visions...
why hasn't Christmas come and why do children wait?


The Starry illumination
is the same the Magi saw from their palaces,
and certain of their expectation:
they loaded their camels 
and left for Bethlehem happily; 
three gifts they brought to honor the new King,
why have all forgotten that he is born to show humility?
Hasn't he become small for us to love him with less fear?


Gathered as sheep in an October field, all children lose hope
of getting presents, tonight Santa will not come down the slope;
perhaps they were thinking of giving them to Jesus
as he peacefully lays in the small crib made of hay: 
oh, how much they would love to watch him play! 
One of them picks up a wooden drum and says,
" Follow me to the manger and sing, " The Drummer boy. " 
Jesus won't ask us for a gift...He wants us to feel His glory! " 






Details | Epigram | |

ps- FLOWER OF THE HOLY NIGHT

In
the dark-
a Christmas star


Note:Poinsettia - such a Christmas delight-A tribute to the American of the same name who 
ontroduced it to the US and from there to Europe.What an epitaph to have


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Christmas Bay

 Dark clear waters of Christmas Bay
So peaceful it bring naught to say.
A near perfect sky; sunny Texas day
Reflects in dark waters of Christmas Bay.

Flying Fish leap and Sea-Gulls cry,
Where the Dolphins play and jump so high.
My little boat with my fishing poles sway,
And dance in dark waters of Christmas Bay.

Here is where tides rise and fall,
Where all my stress and cares grow small
They seems to just simply melt away
In dark waters of Christmas Bay.

Wind blows Mosquitoes to keep from the bite
As the Pelican flies and the Osprey cry
As Black-Skimmers dives to skim a wave.
Over dark waters of Christmas Bay.

Here the Stingray and Flounder cool.
And here the Sheephead and Red Fish school,
And Blue Crabs have so little to say,
Here in dark waters of Christmas Bay.

Shadows of clouds turn the water gray,
Where Gulf brine meets black gumbo clay.
A stiff Gulf breeze gives salt grass a nod
I find Christmas Bay to be a gift from God.

I send Heaven a prayer; as I do each day,
For few be the place to obtain such grace
Which begs my heart for a reason to stay,
As the clear dark waters of Christmas Bay.


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THE SNOW BIRD OF PARADISE

Bursting from within the heart of a blizzard shock wave,
Shutters the flexing eye of this white hurricane storm,
Shattering the inner core into a blazing shards torrent,
A miracle of utter mystical enchantment occurs,
In this ancient incantations sacred spell.
It is a crystallized super nova’s raw force, exploding from
The inner guttural roar of nature giving birth, to
The snow bird of paradise.
In its translucent chamber egg of ice, resting in the
Diamond dust covered nest, lined with crystal frozen gems,
Shimmering beneath the chilling Artic sun, as the
Freezing embrace of mother earth, rocks her starling,
Kindred off spring, waiting, are anticipating its hatching.
Ever tenderly the life within stirs, as if a captured moment
Of purities grace, encapsulated in brilliance opulence,
The shells shard melts away, in a hushed display of beauties
Refinement and complete elegance.
Nature itself seems to hold its very breath, as the
Snow bird rises, for the first motions step, in a swaying
Waltz of harmony.
Behold the snow bird strides forth, fanning her plumage
Behind, a white laced peacock is exposed, unfolding its winged
Feathers delicately, one by one, until the colors
Reflect the light rays from the polar sun.
Gleaming in radiance, the fineries majestic appendages
Sparkle with razzle-dazzles adornments, yet the winds brush
At her downy softness, as if caressing the fleece of a new
Born lamb’s wool, ever so gently.
Plumages lace of snowflakes spread wide, in a splendors display
Of glitz and glamour, as the fluffy strains ripple in the night winds
Whispering, come along my beautiful creation, it is time to warm
My soil with springs everlasting promise, once more.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN