Boxing Day

or the second day of Christmastide or

St. Stephen’s Day. It is when servants

expected to receive a Christmas-box of presents,

food or money.  We all expect something

in this cold, dark end of year.



Things Undone


The birds sense winter coming this morning.

Sparrows flutter, fight and search the eaves

for hiding places from the next season.

Blue jays, cardinals, chickadees, all anxiously feeding,

reminding me of things still left undone.

Hope Is Also the Bud in Snow

that clings to the branch tightly closed,

layered in fine colors for the Spring –

unashamed she will show Her yellow petticoats

to me                              and dances with the wind.

Perfume upon me from an immodest touch.