A December Poem
This is a poem I wrote about a year ago for a group poem. I performed my portion with my poetry group at a holiday campus party. The entire poem, which was made up of individual parts written by each person, was about love during the winter/holiday season. This is an edited version to reflect the end of 2017.
Love is
The first snow-fall that brushes
The hardened ground
With stardust
From another universe.
It conjures the cold to inspire warmth.
It is
Hot coffee
With puffs of caffeine clouds
Rising in the
Crystalline air,
Floating words
Of falling snowflakes
Shared between friends,
Ribbons,
Holding hands,
Sharing dreams,
Lending out hearts to others who
Share this earth
And walk life's journey,
Understanding
That there are different paths
And different roads that lead
To love.
It is remembering
Yourself
And your own ancient roots
All while climbing up frozen bark
To extend yourself
Into the bare and feathered
Icicle branches.
Love is reaching out.
Love is sharing your warmth
With the rest of the world.
