“HAPPY, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!” – Charles Dickens
“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Christmas Bells” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolledContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Christmas Bells”
“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “THE Holly King” Anonymous The holly and the ivy, when they were both full grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, the holly bears the crown. I AM the Holly King, Lord of the Waning Year. You may know me as the GreenContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: The Holly King”
“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “A December Day” Robert Fuller Murray THAT’S no December sky! Surely ’tis June Holds now her state on high Queen of the noon. Only the tree-tops bare Crowning the hill, Clear-cut in perfect air, Warn us that still Winter, the aged chief, Mighty in power, ExilesContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: A December Day”
“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “I Heard A Bird Sing” Oliver Herford I heard a bird sing In the dark of December A magical thing And sweet to remember. ‘We are nearer to Spring Than we were in September,’ I heard a bird sing In the dark of December.