Showing posts with label Dorothy McLaughlin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dorothy McLaughlin. Show all posts

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Poems from other Decembers, from other poets, too

laden cedar branches
made silent by the snow
nothing at all to hear

[from the late Dion O'Donnol's every day living, 1997]
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Christmas shoppers;
into the blind beggar's cup
a silent snowflake

[Dorothy McLaughlin, from our flip calendar, connecting our houses, 1997]
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looking up
from my Christmas reading~
thicker icicles

[PL - from Poems for December, 2002]
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the full kettle's
garbled whistle~
twenty-two degrees

[PL - from Dynamic December, 2003]
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last of the pound cake
I baked for two parties
is now my breakfast

[PL - from rising to the top, 2012]
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Auntie's first Christmas
   not only an orphan
   but now a widow

[PL - from a branch of red leaves, 2005]
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