As the snow is everywhere
No point this year
Usually this decembertime
I take bluehued shots of snowshapes
blanketed trees, windharrowed icefields
shrubs in hibernation
make Christmas cards
send to friends in other places
not so fortunate
as regards
White Christmas dreams
this year
no point
to recall
the ubiquitous
nightmare
Many of them
have more snow
than we
such are dreams
a touch less
than reality
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2010-12-20 at 21:18
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