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A Christmas Card

A Christmas Card. For Susan Who Loves Words. The Eve of Christmas Day. Poetry and Music by Arlen Clarke. Wintered cornstalks stand like silent sentinels beneath the low, gun-metal clouds,. And snow-filled forests creak and moan in the muffled half-light of grey day;.

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A Christmas Card

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  1. A Christmas Card For Susan Who Loves Words

  2. The Eve of Christmas Day Poetry and Music by Arlen Clarke

  3. Wintered cornstalks stand like silent sentinels beneath the low, gun-metal clouds,

  4. And snow-filled forests creak and moan in the muffled half-light of grey day;

  5. Rocks, like hard-candied clumps mired in their earthen tombs, mutely gaze into the solstice sky;

  6. And wild, wispy winds puff at dry snow like a poof-breath on birthday candles.

  7. Ice-snapped cracks form a web on the frozen roof of the bubbling brook,

  8. While icicled spears hang like a hard, white curtain across miniature waterfalls.

  9. As fading evening light gracefully bows to the blue-black mantle of twilight,

  10. the evensong of the cardinal, perched in the green garland of a fir tree, announces the end of day.

  11. Rising in the distance, gentle-sloped, blue-grey mountainsides welcome the natal night, cradling in their shadowy folds the descending December dark;

  12. And the deep dome of space looms like a blackened canopy in the moony void;

  13. Crystalline, thin-sliced air Strikes the winter tide hour. And a Star shines down upon the meadowed miles, Singing its lullaby, its ethereal dream-song;

  14. Cooing the world into a sleepy, silent, slumber of peace. And Christmas has come.

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