December 2007
December, and everywhere the first
of the Christmas spirits
have arrived again.
Snow fills the sky with coldness
What’s missing here? Sleds, children’s voices,
and the yellow lab not far from my easy chair.
A hearth warmed by Douglas fir. And even now
ringing in the memory, invisible faces
inexplicably appearing .
Bing Crosby’s “Silent Night”
plays on the radio.
I listen with my mind far away.
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