Poem: Obscure Melancholy

I often think to a Christmas long ago
Sitting at the adult table with a runner of gold
Two glasses in and reclined in my chair
Listening to voices that soon wouldn’t be there
The deep hold of etherness seizing me
That some Christmas will be the last Christmas

Poem: Present

I always said you were a present
And like a pretty gift wrapped box
You never know what’s inside
When you open up to the outside

Poem: Tinsel Time

Wrap me up in tinsel
Pour me another drink
So when you unwind me
The world will spin when I spin

Poem: Bethleham, PA

When I lived in Bethlehem
Walking in streets paid for by steel
The star of the mountain always shone
Always brightest at Christmas time

Poem: Christmas Rondeau

The winter season is here
Dark and cold and white
Where the wind bites
The travelers this time of year

Poem: Childhood Things

The slides and swings still bring a smile to my face all those childhood things

Poem: Playground of Ghosts

The hours of sunlight have long past
I’m here in the places where nobody comes
Once street lights are on and the kids have gone home
The silence of daylight still echoes here
But I can’t hear it over the memories I’m replaying

Poem: Silence of Winter

I walk in the silence of woods
That only snow can bring
When all creatures are slumbering
Warm in their homes
And those who are pad lightly
Their sounds not trespassing

Poem: Winter Blanket

Snow falls in sheets
Absorbing all the sounds
Not that a word is exchanged
Between either of us
As we sit in the cold holding hands

Poem: Red Shoes

Striped socks and red converse
Comfy blue jeans
A slightly oversized sweater
The uniform of the girl of my dreams