Poetry from Joan Beebe


We who live in northern climes

Begin to wonder if there will be

Snow for Christmas.

The trees are stark against the sky

But there are twinkling lights

Lighting up neighborhoods

With such delight for all to see.

Christmas Eve comes and still no snow

Late at night, we look out our window

And are given a beautiful surprise.

The snow is swirling with the wind

And making unique and lovely patterns

Upon window panes

We open our door and watch in awe

The beauty of the scene before us

That nature provided on this

Quiet and Holy Christmas Eve.

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