Tree Eve Poems

The gifts are wrapped and ‘neath the tree
in brightly colored bags and bows.
I now sit back, my mind set free
to contemplate these thoughts I chose
and...

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The idea of Christmas snow in Michigan is replaced with fog
Hot breath exhaled to cold lollipop trees
My blurry life-sized polar bear salutes through the front...

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Seldom now, but once popular,
carnal Feast of Adam and Eve.
A Christian tale, if you believe,
spun, no doubt, by a gospeler.

Late December, Mystery Play – 
downfall,...

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Snow had fallen, Christmas Eve morning,
On every rooftop and branch adorning

Burying my rural world in white,
And changing this place overnight

Early, I had wandered out the...

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Glowing jack-o’-lanterns
Greet me by the door
Orange faces grinning
Or grimacing in horror

Night perches like a raven
Upon a twisted tree
While on the moaning autumn wind
Withered leaves fly...

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Ashen day turns into blackened night. One
limb of a lonely tree stripped of its
pre-fall leaves juts out against the
backdrop of an inked sky scraped
with gray....

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They both ate dates from the tree of gnosis 
Froze the whirling wheels in place by their might 
Crushed the cherubim’s heads with bliss 
White...

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Butterfly 
Passing by
It's colors catch my eye
Sitting silently watching all,
Around the corner comes fall
Looking around there is so much to see
Leaning against this tree
Watching nature...

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December came with Christmas beckoning at the door
He saw every house bright with many a lamp
And the whole streets illumined with colorful lights and star
But...

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Eve was the one woman not born of a woman.
Was she then a magical sprite or a demon?
No, she was a unique creation from the...

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Colors chase the sun into evening ~ its reflection in risen moon.


blooms glow sunset hues
gold time has stopped in magic
and pretty tree songs


Purple butterflies exude...

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The honeydew on lashes freeze
And freeze with awe the sinking heart
Oh misty scenes by window's pane
Thy sight my gloomy soul has fraught

Oh that I fly...

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The family here and reminiscing.
Hats, horns, ready for midnight kissing.
But no, not this year, not meant to be.
As sudden high winds  tore through our...

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Christmas Day has its allure…the gifts…remembering what it’s like to believe
but today I’d like to celebrate the allure of Christmas Eve.

The gifts sit unopened under...

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