White Christmas
Why the preoccupation
with holiday snowfall,
with a landscape blank
or blanketed, all the houses
and hills like the bumpy
outlines of figures in beds.
Why the need for cold,
for a calendar materialized
in weather that lingers
and lingers. Is it only so that
we can look out on it from
a place of warmth, so that we
can glide on top of it as if
our very feet had been recreated?
oh yes... what a lovely way to look at why it snows... beautiful poem!!
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