Poems Archives

Magic

Judith A. Lindberg It’s in the snowflake skies of children’s wishes. It’s in the music of children’s laughter. It’s

James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) The snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field

Edith Nesbit (1858-1924) The white snow falls on hill and dale, The snow falls white by square and street, Falls

Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936) There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where

Sir Walter Scott in Marmion (1771-1832) On Christmas Eve the bells were rung; On Christmas Eve the mass was sung;

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said

Photo by Alexey Demidov Janice Canerdy It’s time to get the tinsel downand put the Christmas wreaths away.Bright decorations I

Robert William Service (1874-1958) My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And

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