HEART TO HEARTH
Old-fangled snow is the stuff of yarns:
The saga of our sagging barns;
The sled run down to kingdom come;
The ox roast when the twins got home;
Those purple finches on the branch
whose wings could launch an avalanche.
Myths are throws crocheted near stoves
as the Town truck garlands icy roads.
Verandah Porche
Winter Solstice, 2007
Note: I wrote this poem as a stocking scroll
for the elders in my town. The Town truck
driver’s name is Dickie Garland.
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ANAGRAMS
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HAPPY HOLIDAYS
Aphids’ holy yap
Shy hip payload
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December observances un-anagrammed: Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Eid ul-Adha, Posada & Underdog Day
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SOLSTICE
Is closet
Cite loss
Lice toss
Sect soil
Lies cost
Set coils
Sit close
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CHRISTMAS
Scarsmith
Sacs mirth
Art schism
Arch mists
Rich masts
Stir chasm
Cram this
Scam shirt
Hits scram
Chi smarts
Cash trims
Its charms
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BOXING DAY
Bind gay ox
Axing body
Bag id onyx
A nix by god
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NEW YEAR’S EVE
A weeny verse
We eye ravens
Serve any ewe
Seven-eye war
Say we’re even
Wave ye sneer
Every sea new
We reweave yens
We erase envy
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Coven harp heard
Preach overhand
LOVE-VOLE
