porchweed (Custom)




It’s another Christmas

My love

Doves and berry holly

Making us jolly by custom

Decorate and celebrate


Illusions of hope


As always

From the eves of our old farmhouse

Hang icicles

As pale blue as your eyes


Not nearly as loving and warm.

They remind us that


Ever present

Is the zero sum game,

The bane of hope.

It will never be the same again


All beloved is treading

On that slippery slope of ending.


Nothing moves in the snowy cold

Except a gray fox

Boldly lopping and diving for voles

In the frozen North pasture.

Survival is an iffy


Dangerous game these days,

Warm and comforted inside

A log fire burning

We feel

All the same

Safe for the


The new life

The spring

Lying feral and fertile

Under the blue snow and white skies.

I wait for the climbing roses

Growing to be free

From the broken down gardens of the old order.

I see their wildness



Over the log-chopped fencing

Running green

Into the marsh that has reclaimed

The orchard,

Finding its ancient passage back

To the Waloomsac River



Blesses us

In its insistence of the natural way.



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4 Responses to Christmas

  1. Sara Harris says:

    “lying feral and fertile”
    I love this…wistful, sweet, true, loving awareness of reality.
    Merry Christmas to you and Andie!

  2. francarbonaroattnet says:

    “From the broken down gardens of the old order, I see their wildness”….. a radical beauty, indeed. Sending big love to you and Andie!

  3. Emmers says:

    Merry Christmas M and Andie – love you oodles!😘❤️ Emmers🎅🏾

  4. Beautiful poem for Christmas day. Sending good wishes to you and Andie.

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