by NONA BLYTH CLOUD

I wrote this poem because my part of America is often mocked for its lack of connection to the “traditional” Christmas of colder climes.

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Another Kind of Christmas

by Nona Blyth Cloud

A bright parched sky over cold cracked earth
Our north wind stole the last tear from air’s face
Abandoning a static-crackling still life in its wake

Lights cover house fronts and the dead lawns
Illumine green trees aglitter from some other world
Where snow rides their wind down to a sleeping earth

Dreaming of a spring which will have teased this sea-desert
Long before its welcome home among the tall green trees
Our spring of tiny blue butterflies disappearing from the dunes

Too many Christmas songs buried in snow’s white dazzle
Which never fell from some other world on Bethlehem
From a bright parched sky over cold cracked earth

© 2015 by Nona Blyth Cloud

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Whatever traditions you follow, or if you follow none at all, this is the season to Light Up the Darkness, so I wish you much brightness, good cheer, and good company.