Snowdrops and Sleigh Bells

snowdrops splashing

like citrus squeezed

onto feathered ice

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snowdrops

dripping from the tongue

of the moon

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sleigh bells

and a hush of snow

almost silent night

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sleigh bells jingling

even the snowman

smiles and waves

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the sky flinging snow today

just to hear

children laughing again

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Haiku Heights 

Winter Solstice

frost sparkles on

maple leaf confetti

autumn’s party ends

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

haiku my heart 

Wintertide

snow,

heavy,

slush-like,

weighing down

burnt orange leaves

raked

and scooped

and heaped

in hardship

wishing now

to pull them out

turn them green

glue them back

one by one

onto trees

to rustle softly

an enchanted echo

hushed

in winter’s tide

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

For Three Word Wednesday where we were to use the words echo, hardship, and softly...and for  Poetry Jam where Brian had us take a walk and write.  Here's what I came up with.

26

26 reasons

to remember why

He came

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

It’s Christmas, but I find it difficult to feel celebratory.  I know most are probably feeling the same way with hearts heavy and broken from last week’s devastation.  And yet I am reminded of why He came.  He came not because He wanted us to decorate trees and drink egg nog and rack up credit card debt giving gifts.  He came because we are in darkness, and He is the Light of the world.  John 8:12  Come, let us behold Him.  Perhaps we have never needed to more.

 

Frozen Yesterday

I tied his little-kid size 12 gray converse shoes

while he crunched almonds

and bragged between swallows

about beating me at Go Fish.

I hid my grin

and tried to look disappointed

for losing.

Zipping up his green hoodie

we left

for afternoon Kindergarten

at 11:55.

He was concerned

that his friend wouldn’t be at school—

he’d made a paper Christmas tree

and put it into an envelope,

scotch-taped a blue candy cane to the outside

for a little present.

Walking him to the line,

I said “have a great day, buddy,”

then waved and watched as he walked through the doors,

backpack almost as big as he is, bouncing.

I thought of how many parents did this today,

leaving their hearts

in a five year old body

on cold tile floors.

And I couldn’t leave the parking lot.

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner 

Dear God, dear God…more tears than words for all who are gripped in this horrific tragedy in Newtown, CT.

Got the jump on this prompt with Brian’s post yesterday.  Linking up with the amazing poets at dVerse Poetics.  I'll also be linking to The Poetry Pantry.

When words are few, perhaps there is a song.