Winter Garland
Woods hang with the ghost of orange
roam eyes for glints of red
listen for hints in time
a steady pumping beat
along sleeping trunks snake ivy
blue-green as winter seas
a wreath of possibilities
know not the length of life
down wooded banks toward the river
a fist of festive holly.
©Anna Chorlton 2023
Last Christmas, we had a feast and dance and performed the Wizard of Oz in the magical Cob Barn. Here is a poem remembering it and looking forward to Christmas to come. Merry Christmas!
Cob Barn Christmas We dance beneath a wreath of threaded fir, four red candles flicker in the dusk trestle tables line the barn heaped with cheese, crackers, and gingerbread. Christmas gifts glint at our ears a chill slices our bodies, we dance on and all about the sound of an ancient stereo the smell of hay, mice, and winter. Anna Chorlton December 2022
