Christmasku

The following poems have appeared in Christmas cards Ive made over many years. You can also see photographs of each card at Haiku Christmas Cards. Also see “Angles We Have Heard On High” and Holiday Haiku.


night
falling
snow


                                                                winter stillness . . .
                                                                a strand of tinsel
                                                                in the tilted pine


                                                                                                                                  Christmas morning
                                                                                                                                       a drift of snow
                                                                                                                                through the sun porch


Christmas morning . . .
my neighbour’s brass door knocker
dusted with snow


                                                                toll booth lit for Christmas—
                                                                from my hand to hers
                                                                warm change


                                                                                                                                home for Christmas:
                                                                                                                                my childhood desk drawer

                                                                                                                                empty


northern lights—
    snow sifts
through the bird feeder


                                                                deep red sunset
                                                                on Christmas Eve—
                                                                the phone’s sudden ring


                                                                                                                                distant church bells . . .
                                                                                                                                a sparrow’s breath
                                                                                                                                lost in the holly berries


crackling fire—
a hint of eggnog
in her kiss