For saying goodbye to family after the holidays, including goodbye to my sweet, wee little sis, from poetryfoundation.org.
from sisters / by Lucille Clifton
me and you be sisters.
we be the same.
me and you
coming from the same place.
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DPF / Pfingston
For ladybugs, from poetryfoundation.org.
from December / by Roger Pfingston
Flies out of the tree
to try rum cake on a
plate of caroling cherubs.
DPF / Moore
For the night, from The Night Before Christmas.
from The Night Before Christmas / by Clement C. Moore or Henry Livingston, Jr.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
DPF / Anonymous
For the day before the day before, from http://www.homemade-gifts-made-easy.com/christmas-poems-for-kids.html.
from The Day Before Christmas / by Anonymous
We have been helping with the cake,
And licking out the pan,
And wrapping up our packages,
As neatly as we can.
We have hung our stockings up,
Beside the open grate.
And now there’s nothing more to do,
Except
To
Wait.
DPF / Seuss
For the week, from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.
from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas / by Dr. Seuss
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
It came without ribbons. It came without tags.
It came without packages, boxes or bags.
DPF / Bryant
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
DPF / Amorosi
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.
DPF / Castillo
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.
DPF / Dove
For a fellow Ohioan, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Testimonial / by Rita Dove
Back when the earth was new
and heaven just a whisper,
back when the names of things
hadn’t had time to stick;
back when the smallest breezes
melted summer into autumn,
when all the poplars quivered
sweetly in rank and file . . .
DPF / Dickinson
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 –
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