A Woodland Christmas
by Jim Dunlap
An icy frieze on drifts of snow
Decorates a dreary day—
Tiny vortices of wind
Scamper over hills in play.
Sullen, leaden clouds, engorged
With moisture, hover—
Another downy blanket tucks
The woodland under cover.
An eldritch fairyland appears,
With crenellated drifts—
And, slowly, through the cloudbanks,
Some feeble sunlight sifts ...
Partridge, quail and rabbit stir
And gambol here and there.
Nature breathes a blessing
On the bracing, wintry air.
volume 9(6)
This poem is copyright © 1996, Jim
Dunlap, all rights reserved, originally published The
Villager, December, 1996.
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