Dear Santa Claus,

My brother Franky (who can't

write at all) would like a new

blanky, his has a big hole. My

sister Susanne (who is too shy

to ask) would like a new dress

so the school kids won't laugh.

Mommy could use a nice cooking

pot , the bottom's all round on

the one that she's got. A nice

pair of shoes for Dad would be

neat, looking for work is hard

on his feet. The money I saved

will be right on the table. I know

you are real and not just a fable.

Love,

Cindy

Crystal Magic

I wake: listening to the absence of sound;

Curtains which in silver light be-gowned

Reflect moonlight playing splintery shards

On diamond ice like blue-white stars.

The valley below is still and bright

With sharp air drenched in God's snowlight.

.

Snow

The time has come to start a season,

To heal a mad-dash Autumn's lesions.

The sun spent earth resists the flakes -

Insistent notes like music makes

The thirsty ground a pillowcase.

Sharp winds elicit needed sighs

As inch by inch the Autumn dies -

Replaced by comfort mountains high.

The sleeping earth will gather strength

As nature waits for Springtime's pranks.

A retired portrait photographer, I write simple poems about every day emotions.