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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