Friday, December 21, 2012
This morning I awoke to find our mountain blanketed with snow. The first snow right here I think, but we will have more. It reminded me of the Christmas poem I revisit each year. I wrote this poem years ago, but sadly the ending never changes. Children still live in fear - still live with war.
Snow at Christmas
by Glenda C. Beall
Silent December snow covers
grey mountain forests, clings
to thin bare branches of oaks,
poplar and ash.
It mounds on brown wide leaves
still hanging on to stubborn trees
that, until now, denied winter’s presence.
Holly bushes crowned with snow
create photo ops for Christmas cards.
Rooftops iced in white, frosted
gingerbread houses, await
Red ribbons on our mailbox
collect crystal flakes
within curving bows,
on bunched pine boughs.
Kayla hangs her stocking, dreams
of Barbie dolls, gift wrapped boxes
piled high beneath her brilliant
We light a candle in the snow.
Pray for children around the world,
who long for peace, a cup of soup,
an end to fear -- an end to