Death Before Christmas-a poem

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter… ©

The lady down the street

has died, two weeks before

Christmas. Her children

are clearing out her house.

They have thrown her Christmas

tree along the curb,

still green, but on its side,

in dirty snow, stripped

of its festive trimmings, ‘cept

for straggly tinsel, and one

small, missed ornament,

a smiling angel, peeking

low, through branches that will soon

turn brown.

John Robert McFarland

johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com

The “place of winter” mentioned in the title line is Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where life is defined by winter even in the summer! [This phrase is explained in the post for March 20, 2014.]

I have also started an author blog, about writing, in preparation for the publication, by Black Opal Books, of my novel, VETS, in 2015. http://johnrobertmcfarland-author.blogspot.com/

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