Monday, December 21, 2015

Christmas Morning--By Mary Jo Balistreri--United States

Christmas Morning

In the pale glint of dawn, a hawk darts
across the marsh. I wash dishes from last night’s supper.
Coffee gurgles, filling the glass carafe.

Alone at this hour, husband and children still asleep,
I breathe in peace—my hands deep in warm suds,
china and silver soaking amidst the bursts of bubbles,
their reflections tinged pink.

Outside a streak of mauve swirls and widens
over the pond, feathery as angel wings
on childhood holy cards. The sun paints
peach hibiscus, dusty blue asters, chrysanthemums,
yellow and spiky—all sprouting from the dark
of December like the star that once glowed
in Bethlehem.

Mary Jo Balistreri has two books of poetry published by Bellowing Ark Press and a chapbook by Tiger's Eye Press. She has more recently been enjoying learning and writing haiku type poems. She finds it helps her see differently and experience life in a new way. For more information, please visit her at


  1. Jo,

    I've found you--like, "Coffee gurgles, filling the glass carafe."

    Your poems put me there! Can see myself on Christmas morning relaxing with steaming coffee, perhaps a pastry, enjoying the moment.

    Thank you.


  2. Thank you Michael. Appreciate your comment.

  3. vivid images
    nice poem
    could work well as a haibun best wishes angelee

  4. Really loved your piece, can certainly picture myself in a similar scene a few short days from now. Merry Christmas and thanks for sharing

  5. Jo, I loved the way you slowly entered the poem. Then a burst of bubbles and a streak of mauve swirls. The sun paints peach, blue and yellow flowers all spouting from the dark of December. Your last line brings light and dark together with a star over Bethlehem. -Beautiful ending.

  6. Thank you everyone for your kind comments. It feels so good to hear from you.
    Happy Holidays to all.

  7. So lovely! I love how you bring in the hawk and later how you depict the sunrise.