Christmas Day
Defying the sound-smothering effect of
newfallen snow on the atmosphere
they could, nonetheless, be heard long
before coming into range, a shrill
orchestration of fun-anticipating voices
giddy with the monumental arrival of
the day so long anticipated though it
has been hours since opening Christmas
gifts under a glittering tree. Here, in the
forest, a different type of glitter entirely
awaited their dazzled eyes. Led by a small
furry dog, ears flapping, tail a metronome
its own voice lifted as a contrapuntal chorus
in shrieking excitement at the shared
adventure, they advance on the tramped
trail thickly wadded with snow, afternoon
sun sparkling on the snow padded tree
branches, mild enough that a steady drip
of melt anoints their toqued heads. They
chatter brimming with energy, hauling sleds
down the long snow-slick hill into the
ravine where in encounters with succeeding
hills they will imagine themselves to be
defying gravity, these children of winter
graduated in age and size all bubbling with
laughter, two harried mothers stumbling
along, bringing up the distant rear.
Sunday, December 25, 2016
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Poetry
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