Advent Alphabet (plus Boxing day)
watching with unpacked calm pale face in cornered dark as ash trees reach, each arm in sleek, moonsliver bark
sparkling, empty, always perfect this man-made fruit, unlike seedful berries gloriously unput
blind symbol of peace, cut from wordless paper, swings hunger flown further out shy beauty on grey wings
two hands snap! out old joke cheap toy, soon lost and crown velvet lips speak through spikes of secrets swelling brown
unseen hands making true lucky children's wishes their coats are never new but, in Winter, riches
fossilised Life's dark fires strings of electric sweets skimming crystal empires as blue sky's bright heart beats
Tied wild tamed by gold spray fussily ossified bright red in gloss green sway where feasting blackbirds ride
scattering sparkle specks outlast family trees bully wind's brash frolics fresh gold unfurlings tease
concealing sweetness spreads white, on all made before lushly sheltering birds' first food in next year's store
bright sound from high, cold night of promise drawing near dusk; like roofs' slates took flight with joyous jew's harps' cheer
gifts for fraught future brought - gold, frankinsence and myrrh purple crown much bee-sought turned finch seedhead sceptre
wishful lists, neatly made, flame posted, undefine slow creeping, bark borne jade filaments, mist slick, shine this picture is from Wimedia : https...
New faces shine, words spread wide as written long ago unreadable inside instructions how to grow
juiceful globe, zesty sweet, spiked with cloves' stark, wood scent fallen warmth tessellates - leaf and needle pavement
decorated and in pride of place, dead pretty rain's clear, fresh touch, then sun seeds dazzling gaiety
"How many days to go?" "8!" Creeping? Or flying? escaping Russian snow woodcock, SHOT! here, dying https://www.woodcock-hunting.com/search?q=woodcock
proudly pull Santa Claus in sleek, gift-laden sleigh angled grace, tasting grass -* sound *- Heads lift, they're away!
light smooths, soothes curves; walk in sleeping prisms' peace sight's a white wall, smell's all, cold's hungry, move or freeze
plastic starlight glinting galaxies on a thread buds on tree-tips hinting wild faith in Spring ahead
island in rush-before where mysteries gather arched hush in storm's furor gives small creatures cover
spark of carols' joining memories, every age robin's song - day's shining swarf curls on night's sharp edge
concealed within patterns every present holds hope high, invisible turns of air change how lives shape
wood many suns' knowing, felled, burns through year's fear wall bird sown life outgrowing religions' rise and fall ~ this photo is byJonny Andrews...