bare blackness of trees
skeletal branches
spying on half-frozen river
creeping along between
white banks
saying “so long” to November’s cold warmth
and looking forward
to what?
Ah…Christmas
dreaming white dreams
of soft snow salvation for
the world
once a year the carols come
peace on earth built into
society each December
lights cover trees and tinsel silvers
bare blackness but the waiting
goes on--------- past the 25th
for sureness deeper than
gifts under a tree
1986
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