as December
hymns her chorus
an ever-green doorkeeper;
ivy clings close
against cold cottage sill
merrily dressed in twinkles
roasted apples’ aroma
sweetens bitter air -
a glass of spiced wine
paints colorful rouge
moon entwines her fingers
through sleeping wood
thrumming noble harp strings
of wizened bare limbs
night bird sings secrets
to rimed winter’s wreath
frozen clouds carol across
mountain meadow floor -
crystal white silence
chases closely behind
icy stars
fall quiet on my tongue
…and i breathe
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to be able to inhale the sweet essences of life and the things that cause us to feel alive is an admirable thing to discover within yourself ... you've done well in revealing the innermost details which expand upon a sensation of mythology breathing through your words herein ...
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"icy stars
fall quiet on my tongue
…and i breathe"
You (almost) make me long for winter's snowy glaze again, Mary. I used to love it when I was a kid...now that I'm older, it just makes my bones ache. If I could watch it through the window, standing by a warm hearth, or stroll in it leisurely, making snow angels if I wanted to...rather than having to battle hundreds of idiots for 50 miles a day that can't handle driving on dry pavement, let alone icy, then perhaps I could enjoy it more...
In Kansas, we had real snow. People put on snow chains & off we went. In Oklahoma, it's (as Ted Nugent sang) a "Free for All". We get black ice conditions & semis overturn constantly...It really is a lovely time of year, I know. Ahhh, but this poem...it paints a picture of sleighrides, or perhaps horseback in dim light with crystals glistening, snow crunching under hooves, silence looming under white skies...Beautiful, Luna. I would have expected no less from your elegant quill, my Friend. Welcome home, Sweetie. 
Wander
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Your words fall like stars on my eyes, Mary... how wonderful to read your magic again, my friend!! I've had a white Christmas in Chicago and the day before Christmas it snowed - so I can say with all my heart that I've tasted snowflakes too and to read you again is to taste snowflakes and starts. Beautiful poetry!
Now that you've broken the poetic ice, please give us more poems like these. Love you and a wonderful 2009, dear one.
~ Nicolette
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Excellent!!!
You inspire me sis, you always seem to pen such detailed piece of poetry that captivate me with your imagery, as well as the metaphors you use. This is fabulous, and I enjoyed every bit of it!
Stay sweet, and pen on you talented one!
Brother Timothy.
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you don’t write much lately, but when you do you amply make up for lost time and space. there’s no ugly season, there is beauty in all, and you place such tenderness in your winter here, that an alien first time on earth would think it is the most wonderful of times. maybe it is, actually – that immaculate white is as disturbing as the most absolute of beautiful rainbow paintings, maybe even more, given the limited gamut. and your poem curtsies in such absorbing grace of word to this so graceful of season queens... that probably that alien would not want any other season at all...
humanity breathes along with nature, in this poem, in perfect symbiosis leaving the reader dreamy, haunted with serenity. and i specially liked the line “rimed winter’s wreath” – it holds subtle hints of phonetic alliteration, and visual alliteration, and that word game (to my mind) with the word “rimed” – sublime.
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I'm not sure where this peaceful cottage is,nor if that apple pie will be done soon. But pour me a glass of that spiced wine too. I'm placidly enjoying the wintery decor and calm company. Sooth is the word this piece creates.
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The tumble and fall of life against the cold, the warm songs and tastes that remind us it is a passing beautious thing. Most of all in the wonder of wonders brought by a clear night sky. You spin them in a spiral of words that alights softly upon the soul where the most wonderous of all lights glows. The star that breaths in every human and beast the single thing that reminds us we are all welcome at the stable for God's holy feast. Beautifully said my friend.
Love, Tom B.
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