Butterfly December Poems

My eyes couldn’t help 
But wander 
And smile at every passing inch 

Aimlessly following the walls 
And your voice 
Throughout the house you lay your...

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Giving gifts ~ required boxes are filled ...

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The pink polka-dot nightgown,                     ...

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January cools thoughts with drifts of snow and clouds
Floating aimlessly, nomadic

February thrills hearts with frosts of icy cold
Glazed pines, emerald dreams

March encourages tenderness with twisting...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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S eptember is for me

E leven cute flying bees

P ick the fruit from the big green tree

T he sunflowers need to flee

E verything to be...

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Cockleburs

Small green weeds, 
with little seed pots, 
that stick to your socks. 

They travel with you, 
to the next place, 
that God wants them to...

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Back in the Box

Empty packages, 
lots of paper, 
refolded for another year. 
Saved, again and again, 
generation after generation. 
Traditions, 
slowly getting too old, 
falling...

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One More Delivery

Please wait at the door. 
I told the man holding the package. 
He smiled, 
not unkindly, 
but as patiently as one might expect,...

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The Winter Hours

Cold is not my friend. 
It loves me, 
but it is not…
a mutual affair. 
Slowly, artfully, cruelly, 
my joints begin to freeze up....

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The Snow Falls

Softly my love, 
I watch every flake,
come slowly from no where, 
outside my vision, 
beyond the window boundaries,
magical…even whimsical…
the white soft “above”, 
to...

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Wrapping Paper

Every color I have bought,  
red, green and gold. 
There is blue like the heavens, 
white like pure snow, 
they both glitter and...

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Snow Angels 

We laid in the deep snow, 
powder white, like “new” can only be. 
It was fun for you, it was fun for me....

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The List at Christmas

Gifts…
to people,
that need nothing. 
They are so silly. 
The rich, 
playing to the rich, 
while the homeless man
stands in a line for...

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Drawn on Paper

The small house, mostly quiet.
No one up. 
No one to notice anything. 
Things just happened.
Magic.

Lights sparkled…
from no where.
The soft sound,
of angel wings,
busy.
 
The...

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