12.24.2015
in the soft night fields
of Bethlehem
you can hear a
baby cry.
ah.
there it is.
a young girl’s
first.
again.
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12.24.2015
in the soft night fields
of Bethlehem
you can hear a
baby cry.
ah.
there it is.
a young girl’s
first.
again.
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12.23.2015
big gluff fluff
snowflakes
disappear
as they arrive
warning
of odd
Christmases
to come.
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12.20.2015
holiday fatigue
comes late
in the game
when days
have suddenly
LEAPT
forward
an empty afternoon
pushes buttons
unfilled time
hanging open
uncomfortable.
busyness becoming
business
in defense.
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12.19.2015
little things
little faces
and cries
of small villages
in small places
small time
backwaters
where the hand
of the One seems
to arrive
while we are
looking
the other way.
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12.16.2017
giddiness at
getting to do
things
that amuse
childhood revisited
but with understanding
not just ‘rosebud.’
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12.13.2015
tree lights in
the dark
signaling
warmth
in the cold
for all of us.
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12.12.2015
red kettle ringing
waving the bell
smiling.
humanity steps
by, so many
saying thank
you for doing
this or scrambling
in wallets and
purses for coins
and bills.
old man in aging
cadillac shuffles
up on his walker
here, he says,
there won’t be
much left after
the shopping
later he waves
I’ve a penny left!
well done I reply
young men, little
girls left off by
the school bus,
mothers with
children, come
by with lessons
learned and
learning, smiling
to drop something
in.
blessed by the opportunity
to do something
good.
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12.11.2015
cold weather’s come
in, stars clearer, a
chill off the grass,
leaves shoveling
toward their
winter graves.
it’s going to be
all right.
(11.6)
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12.9.2015
Deer. by the
roadside.
staring.
headlights
blinding
or disregard
doesn’t stop
him from
walking into
my fender.
oh,
dear.
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