Poems Archives - Page 9 of 10 - Christmas Magazine

Reading the Christmas Cards

Maureen Cannon The little room grows warmer, full of lightSomehow, although the deep December darkSits just beyond the window, and

Claude McKay (1889-1948) I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in

Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light;

Wallace Stevens (1879-1955) One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) The Snow that never drifts — The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year

Anna Laetitia Barbauld (1743-1825) Already the Snowdrop dares appear, The first pale blossom of th’ unripen’d year; As Flora’s breath,

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,Seems nowhere to

Anon I have a list of people I know All written in a book And every year at Christmastime

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and caspar and Balthazar; Three Wise Men out