fell on the hill
blowing high and low
trying hard to fill
every tiny crack
in the countryside,
left us with no lack--
now let Christmas ride!
© Julianne Carlile
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Christmas Snow
fell on the hill
blowing high and low
trying hard to fill
every tiny crack
in the countryside,
left us with no lack--
now let Christmas ride!
© Julianne Carlile
Monday, April 29, 2013
Tea for Crow
blown on my sill,
looked high and low,
trying hard to chill,
reminded me
of my own state.
I asked him for tea
but he couldn't wait.
© Julianne Carlile
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
My Devil Dog
Next year, I'll have to buy another one.
It is a job, as are brushing his teeth,
bathing him, taking him to the vet--all things
that are outside of myself,
all things that keep him here.
© Julianne Carlile
2013
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