Thursday, December 15, 2011

It’s Still a Long Walk to Christmas

I’m hidden away
from holiday visitors,
egg from plates wiped clean,
crumbs up from counter
brushed with efficient palm,
frying pan still warm
and slick upon the stove,
potato peels filed away,
scent of navel orange,
morning paper rearranged
according to topics best ignored.

Outside, rain. Parking lots.
Bell-ringers. Car exhaust. Distant hills.
Stubbled fields. Muddy heels.
We need a dozen eggs. Bags of tea.
Remember marmalade? Local honey.
Oatmeal — mush! the winter chill.
Behold, my empty wallet.

It’s still a long walk to Christmas.
A thousand strangers yet to greet.
A thousand sorrows line the street.
A thousand angels with ragged wings.
A thousand voices softly sing.
Hark the herald, something something.
Upturned faces. Outstretched arms.
Hands held warm around the world.

[From Winter Poems, Cosmopsis Books, 2007]

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A Listening Thing (Novel, Tenth Anniversary Authorized Print Edition)
Winter Poems (Poetry)

Thank you.


nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

Hallo William, beautifull poem, I don't know why but remain me on a great building in the late evening you know... so many windows with a light inside and behind each window a family, a story... every story different but the same too

I like a lot this poem, I cant missed me inside

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Laura. You see what I feel. And I feel what you see.

Stickup Artist said...

You are like a force of nature...

I do so love Laura's comment up there too. I think of that profoundly whenever I go into a city and it quite overwhelms me.

these temporal rooms said...

my perspective on Christmas
seems to change with time
and this year is no exception.

the last stanza
is so beautiful and all encompassing.


William Michaelian said...

That understanding, Stickup Artist, that sympathy, is evident in the way you respond to nature. I’ve been marveling at your recent entries, and your post about the unexpected snow is beautiful. Thank you.

Robert, thank you, too. I know what you mean. Christmas is a hard, beautiful time for so many people, myself included. In my present childhood, I relive the ones gone by. Your new portrait is stunning.

Geckostone said...

This is excellent William! Sooooo describes the season perfectly!( I'll have to treat myself to this one too!) Deb

William Michaelian said...

Hi, Deb! Thank you. I’m glad you like it, and I know you’ll love Winter Poems.....

Transcend Designs said...

Love that one...

William Michaelian said...

Thanks very much, Brad. Still walking....