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Last Christmas

December 18, 2013

Card perfect view

From the bridge

Of the tumbling creek

between loaves of snow

But walk in those woods

Under the branches

heavy with snow

where the low grey stripped

limbs of hemlock

curl up toward

the overhanging branches

still needled and green

under their winter burden

Lichen dangles down

like grey green yarn

twisted and ready to skein

Filaments of frosted web

Hang like threads

Without ornaments

Alder cones cluster

on low bushes

orange red ash berries

pucker in the cold

The lake stretches

white with solid ice

to the other side

but open black water ripples

by the rush grown shore.

5 Comments leave one →
  1. December 18, 2013 6:36 pm

    ORT-ORT-ORT-ORT!!! (My “seal of approval”—-Excellent poem…I’m just waiting for the snow to fall on my head!)

  2. December 18, 2013 6:38 pm

    Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

  3. December 19, 2013 8:23 pm

    Oh, well done! I felt like I was standing by that lake. I could almost feel the cold on my hands!


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