December
I like days
with a
snow-white collar,
and nights
when the moon
is a silver
dollar,
and hills
are filled
with
eiderdown stuffing
and your
breath makes smoke
like an
engine puffing.
I like days
when
feathers are snowing,
and all the
eaves
have
petticoats showing,
and the air
is cold
and the
wires are humming,
but you feel
all warm...
with
Christmas coming.
--Aileen
Fisher
