made silent by the snow
nothing at all to hear
[from the late Dion O'Donnol's every day living, 1997]
~~
Christmas shoppers;
into the blind beggar's cup
a silent snowflake
[Dorothy McLaughlin, from our flip calendar, connecting our houses, 1997]
~~
looking up
from my Christmas reading~
thicker icicles
[PL - from Poems for December, 2002]
~~
the full kettle's
garbled whistle~
twenty-two degrees
[PL - from Dynamic December, 2003]
~~
last of the pound cake
I baked for two parties
is now my breakfast
[PL - from rising to the top, 2012]
~~
Auntie's first Christmas
not only an orphan
but now a widow
[PL - from a branch of red leaves, 2005]
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