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Friday, December 31, 2010

We shed the skin of one year
lay bare the fragile bones
of fresh dreams
our serpentine souls slither forward
we know the way by heart
by heart we sing
by heart we dance
by heart we hope & pray
for good things
only good things
though ugly things will come
the spiral blesses everything
breath & blood & memory
and everything is holy
tears and laughter
pain and joy
life and death
we know
we know
we know
every thing
every thing
every thing
is love

Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Hens on Christmas Morning

The hens greet me at the fence
this Christmas morning
hungry for feed, for scratch
for good cheer, fresh water.
The air is crisp and cool, the sky brilliant
blue against the bare tree branches
this quiet, sunny morning.
As others unwrap presents in a flurry
I gather the gift of eggs from the coop
and thank the black and brown creatures for their generosity.
They cluck and fuss as I nod goodbye
cradling their fragile, oval gems
in my grateful hands.

Friday, December 24, 2010

A Christmas Poem

Christmas Morning
by Mary Saracino

Silver ribbons
red bows
a flash of eager eyes
the scent of pine
a rush of glee
cinnamon dreams
and long memories
of snow and cold
and roasted chestnuts
in the palms of hungry hands.