The first flurries of the white,
Began to fall at twilight
Though until the dawn
So by the next morn
Everything lay below
A carpet of fresh
white snow
The first flurries of the white,
Began to fall at twilight
Though until the dawn
So by the next morn
Everything lay below
A carpet of fresh
white snow
It’s such a mild Christmas
All the
birds are singing noisily
Normally in
December
They’re all
frozen to a tree
Father Frost, with icy fingers
Holds
winter in his frozen grasp
And spreads
it wide across the land
Till it
wears his thick winter cloak
I’m not looking for a white Christmas
For my life
is already a cold place
Bleak and
forbidding
So I have
no need of snow
Carpets of
white everywhere
Winter fills
my every day
My life is
perpetual winter
Because you
have taken my warmth
You were
the heart of me
You sent
the blood coursing through me
You were
the sun in my sky
Now my life
is tundra
And I am
just a frozen husk
To numb to
exist
If December ice will bear a duck
Thereafter
will be slush and muck
But grab
the duck off the ice
And
Christmas lunch be very nice
Everybody loves it
Even if
they won’t admit it
From the newly bred
To the nearly dead
Christmas
is the bee’s knees
From
decorated Christmas trees
To
candlelight and mistletoe
And every
happy HoHoHo
Some may
not agree
At least
not openly
But are
quite happy
To enjoy it
secretly
Smoke curls from the chimneys,
And
dissolves into the grey
Then the
clouds in exchange
Release
snowflakes on the day
Soon the
air is full of white flakes
Filtering
the sounds of life away
The land is
soon under deep snow
Of
snowflakes released on the day
But softly the myriad snow flakes fall
These infinite flakes of purest white
Like pure white down of angels wings
Floating gently from heavens height
But this is no heaven sent delight
This thing of beauty that cruelly lingers
For harshly touched is the naked earth
When touched by winters icy fingers
Out of the snowy lawn
The snowman
grew
Wearing a
hat and scarf
The way
that you do
With
pebbles for eyes
Pressed
into the snow
A smiley
twig mouth
And a large
carrot nose
He’s a
magnificent site
The snowman
that grew
But he’s
just snow and ice
And no
substitute for you
I wish you
were here
To chase
the blues away
I wish
you’d come back
To me for
Christmas day
In my back garden during last Winter
I saw the strangest of things
The fattest Robin I’ve ever seen
It was like a cricket ball with wings
Some crumbs of bread
Some bacon
rind
Perhaps
some nuts
Might be
kind
It’s up to
you
To decide
what’s best
To set upon
the table
For Robin
red breast
“Little Robin redbreast
Where can
you be?
Dear little
Robin
Come and say
hello to me”
“I can’t
“says the Robin
“The winter
is preventing me”
“Little
Robin redbreast
Where can
you be?
Dear little
Robin
Come and
say hello to me”
“I can’t
say hello to you
Because I’m
frozen to this tree”
Crimson breasted
Perching on
a gate
Robin red
breast
Looking for
a mate
A hardy
suitor
Courting
and wooing
Proudly
displaying
In ritual
pursuing
Trying to
impress
To attract
a wife
So in the
spring
There’d be
new life
And for his
efforts
Amidst
winter hard
He gets to
appear
On a
Christmas card
Never ever catch a snowflake
In your
mouth
Until
you’re sure all the birds
Have flown
south
A beautiful winter’s morning
When mist
conceals the sunrise,
And nestles
between
The frosty
shadows of the trees,
And
footsteps crunch
Through the
crystal patterns
Of the
crisp hoar frost
Merry Bells of Christmas
Of genus
Uvularia
Whose
yellow drooping
Bell-shaped
flowers
Brighten
the season
Christmas bells
Of Genus Blandfordia
Orange or crimson
Whose large flowers
Brighten the season
The Christmas cactus
The
winter-bloomer
Its jointed
flat segments
Look like
experiments
Made by a
young boy
With a
construction set toy
But the
rose-purple flowers
Light up
the winter hours
Red Breasted Robin
Sitting on
the fence
With snow
falling
God that
bird is dense
Sitting out
there exposed
Out in all
weathers
Trying to
look cute
As it
freezes its feathers
White berries grow
In
abundance
On the
mistletoe
As the snow
falls
Nature’s
bounty
On the
bough
Mother
Nature
Stocking
her Larder
For the
long bitter
Winter to
come
Red Berries grow
In
abundance
On the
holly bush
As the snow
falls
Nature’s
bounty
On the
bough
Mother
Nature
Stocking
her Larder
For the
long bitter
Winter to come
Christmas rose
The
Evergreen beauty
Winter-blooming
flowers
Of white or
purplish hue
In wide
display
Decorate
the European
Landscape
at Christmas
Christmas Holly
Evergreen
tree
Christmas
Holly
Leaves are
prickly
Cut fresh
Holly
Full of red
berries
Help to
make
The season
merry
The Christmas green
Festively
untypical
It’s just a
club moss
With
creeping stems
Similar to
ferns
With erect
branches
It has no
scarlet hues
Nor star
shaped flowers
It’s quite
unremarkably
Just
another evergreen
The Christmas flower
Festively untypical
Having
poisonous milk
And being
tropical
But scarlet
petal-like leaves
Make them
appear more topical
The Christmas berry
Evergreen
and spiny
With
flowers of every hue
From white
to blue
With
abundant berries
Bright red
as cherries
The Christmas bush
Is
Australian obviously
And isn’t
really a bush at all
It’s in
fact a shrub or tree
With red
flowers for selection
As
Christmas decoration
The Christmas Begonia
The
winter-bloomer
Whose large
pink flowers
Light up
the winter hours
The Christmas cactus
The
winter-bloomer
Its jointed
flat segments
Look like
experiments
Made by a
young boy
With a
construction set toy
But the
rose-purple flowers
Light up
the winter hours
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...