In the window of Winter
I see December snow
and the days I remember
of Christmas long ago
where presents were laid
beneath a scented pine tree
adorned like a jewel
with colored lights all aglow
where Santa was real
with a sleigh that could fly
pulled by his reindeer
through a bright star-lit sky
as I look through the window
a tear starts to flow
for Christmas, I remember
and the deep December snow
how happy the children
the joy that they held
especially the smiles
with each present, they'd grow
through the window of Winter
with its frosted dayglow
I remember the Christmas
and the deep December snow
11/25/22
contest Writing Challenge-Write a Christmas Poem
sponsor Constance La France
My favorite place, is on a knoll above the meadow,
Under a dogwood tree, wrens flying in the dayglow,
Reading, picnicking, or enjoying the midday snooze,
Or seizing upon canvas, the butterscotch and blues.
Gay blooms crowd the summer, to daydreams' delight,
And butterflies roam so slowly, towards moonlight!
Bronzed days are lustrous, in a precint of silence-
The sun rose blush at dawn, and it hasn't set since!
Mother warblers, in song, return to their forage,
inspecting for insects, fresh from dusk's storage
at daybreak.
Scrupulously swooping, they return with mouths full
to their precious nest, rousing little chicks from lull
with dayglow.
Eager to increase, competing to feed,
beaks chirp for churned grubs, as mother meets their need
ere daytime.
Feathers rise from bare skin, budding gently like leaves.
A tapestry of warmth, these provisionary sleeves
like daylight.
Gazing up at flapping leaves and an open blue sky,
one day they'll reach freedom, as they learn how to fly...
their daydream.
5-2-2020
Not for contest. (I forgot about syllable count.) Might try again later.
Dangerous dreams flood
over me in darkness and
the weight of them drowns me
like a tidal wave
sinking me into my mattress
and spiraling me through the
rabbit hole on the other side
to somewhere on sixth street
forcing me into an open bar
where smoke rings create halos
and whiskey is the new smell of Christmas
mixed drinks and shots in dayglow tubes
round out the festive occasion
but I have no reason to celebrate
and I wish I could find anywhere
everywhere to be but here
I can feel the stench of this
clinging to me like sweat and
it would take holy water
to rinse away the sins
you're begging me to commit
you portray joy and laughter
but I know desperation that
comes with the sunrise
clawing like a vampire
to the creases of darkness
to repeat the cycle of finding
an elixir to calm my nerves
so I push, shove, and run my
way to consciousness
vowing not today
one more day
just for today
I stay clean
I wish the sun / wouldn’t set / when you are away. / I wish the moon / wouldn’t catch a-golden / when you are away. / I wish the stars would stay a-slumber / when you are away. / I wish the breezes wouldn’t lift me / when you are away. / I wish the sun / wouldn’t rise / when you are away. / I wish the moon / wouldn’t dawnily bluesilver / when you are away. / I wish the clouds / wouldn’t wisp and dance and curl and tumblepile and float and dayglow and scatter and roll / when you are away. / I wish the breeze’d stop ceasing / when you are away.