For a Merry Christmas or a happy whichever holiday you choose, from poetryfoundation.org.
from [little tree] / by e.e. Cummings
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
For the trees, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Christmas Trees / by Robert Frost
He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;
My woods—the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas Trees.
For Day 10 of National Poetry Month, from a local, valley poet, and from american poets: The Journal of the Academy of American Poets, Spring-Summer 2016, and from The Darkening Trapeze.
from Ghazal / by Larry Levis
I remember how
My old psychiatrist would pinch his nose between
A thumb and forefinger, look up at me & sigh.