PIA: from December, 2014.
For frozen mist and wavering flakes, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Snow-Shower / by William Cullen Bryant
Here delicate snow-stars, out of the cloud,
Come floating downward in airy play,
Like spangles dropped from the glistening crowd
That whiten by night the Milky Way
For the magic of the season, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Wizard / by Ray Amorosi
Once, I lit three twigs and fanned the smoke,
from miles away,
into the girl who jumbled scales through my spine.
As she vanished I clapped a delighted tune.
For some days we need angels more than others, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Angel / by Angela Jackson
I am
the angel who sweeps air in and out my own
dancing body.
For the week that snuck up on us so stealthily, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Christmas, 1970 / by Sandra M. Castillo
We assemble the silver tree,
our translated lives,
its luminous branches,
numbered to fit into its body.
For the season. This is not my home, but it sounds like a peaceful one, from poetry foundation.org.
from Winter Love / by Linda Gregg
I would like to decorate this silence,
but my house grows only cleaner
and more plain.
For a fellow Ohioan, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Testimonial / by Rita Dove
PIA: from December 31, 2015.
Something needed in this year of rapid change and uncertainty.
from ‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers / by Emily Dickinson
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
PIA: from December 26, 2014.
For more stars, from Selected Translations, W.S. Merwin (2013).
from Where the mist has torn / By Niu Hsi Chi (8th Century) translated by W.S. Merwin
The fragment of moon is going out
But your face in the early light
Glitters
For the season, from http://www.41051.com/xmaslyrics/hollyjolly.html.
from A Holly Jolly Christmas / by Johnny Marks
Oh ho
the mistletoe
hung where you can see
For the season, with the magic of backwards time travel, from http://www.41051.com/xmaslyrics/midnight.html.
from It Came Upon a Midnight Clear / by Edmund Sears
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold!
Peace on the earth, good will to men
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