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December Haiku

By Anonymous

December Poetry

By Juliette 
Cold sting of winter air
Bites with frozen jaws at the
Warmth of our small toes

Made it out of clay
And when it’s dry and ready
Dreidel I shall play

We wake up to that
Lovely smell of Christmas pine
And the early fog

Snow fades beneath feet
Snowflakes glide to eyelashes
Cocoa burns young tongues

Crisp rips of paper
Bows torn off, smiles then brighten
Makes a happy mess

My dry, old hands soothe
My very chapped lips that sting
Looking for chapstick

Holidays are done
Appreciative of my gifts
Leaving family 

























Gg















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