Thursday, December 4, 2014

Poem: "December" by Aileen Fischer

I like days
with a snow-white collar, 
and nights when the moon 
is a silver dollar; 
and hills are filled 
with eiderdown stuffing,
and your breath makes smoke 
like an engine puffing.

I like days 
when feathers are snowing, 
and all the eaves 
have petticoats showing; 
and the air is cold, 
and the wires are humming, 
but you feel all warm … 
with Christmas coming!