A Three-Part Christmas Story
Receiving Line
Waiting
soon enough begun
gives way.
A midnight story
spun in threads
the color of straw
Echoes in chambers
of one unblocked heart
after another.
Gift-Giving
His hand
not yet stained
Cups gently
the place of nourishment.
A mother's eyes
hold the lessons
of love and loss.
Morning Reverie
Each new snow flake falls
as the miracle it is
separate and apart.
One among many
reflects the light
To guide us
through the white-out.
Copyright © 2009 Maureen E. Doallas. All Rights Reserved.
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2 comments:
I love the simple elegance of these lines. All of them. Reading these poems is like hearing the snow fall.
Maureen ... elegant definitely ... and as beautiful and unique as a snow flake.
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