(October 30,1961 / Farrell, Pennsylvania)

A December Wish

You hear the sound of carols from afar.
Bright bulbs and tinsel, cinnamon and cloves.
Beyond a hill of snow you see a star.

Here you can look at stacks of Christmas trees,
buy nuts and raisins, fruit from nearby groves,
cards inscribed in gold: “joy, love and peace.”

And you can eat kielbasa from a spit
as fat drips sizzling in makeshift stoves
and zlotys are exchanged and butts are lit.

Here you can watch fat women slaughter fish
if you stand in the line and bear the shoves,
pretending that you really have a wish.

And for a moment you can close your eyes
and can forget the cold that pierces gloves
and see a diamond necklace in the skies,

or Jesu here among the city doves.

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Comments (13)

Very lovely. Merry holidays and happy Xmas.
The spirit of Christmas comes alive in this beautiful poem. Thanks, Leo.
Great imagery indeed on the scenic beauty of December and approaching Christmas. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful poem.
A marvelous tribute to natural manifestations in December along with approaching Christmas festivities. Thanks for sharing and Congrats on modern poem of the Day.
this is a nice poem with vivid descriptions all set in specific place and, being a cold wimp, i relate to the charm of the scene that makes us forget the cold that pierces our gloves (which in russia has got be worse than here in the high desert where i live) . -gk
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