Prelude to Christmas
first snow falling
on the lamp-lit pines
golden beads sparkling
on the bough tips
church bells chiming--
a cow lows in the meadow
almost, I hear
a choir of angels
Elizabeth Howard lives in Crossville, Tennessee. She writes poetry and fiction. Her poems have appeared in Comstock Review, Big Muddy, Appalachian Heritage, Cold Mountain Review, Poem, Still, Mobius, Now & Then, Slant, and other journals.
Really enjoyed your piece Elizabeth.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Elizabeth; I, also, almost I hear.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth, wonderful imagery.
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