December Poems

Seasonal wisdom, poems, wit, and quotations.

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Discover Winter.

Charles Dickens

The earth has grown old with its burden of care
But at Christmas it always is young,
The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair
And its soul full of music breaks the air,
When the song of angels is sung.
~Phillips Brooks

Ivy symbolized prosperity and charity, it became associated with Christmas, a time to celebrate the rich rewards of life yet remember the less fortunate. Christian symbolists also consider the ivy’s need to cling to a support emblematic of man’s need for divine support. ~Anonymous

“Advice is like snow – the softer it falls,
the longer it dwells upon,
and the deeper it sinks into the mind.”
~~By Samuel Taylor Coleridge.~~

“Snowflakes are one of nature’s most fragile things,
but just look what they do when they stick together”
~~By Verna M Kelly, (American writer).~~

“Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.”
~~By Victor Hugo.~~

“The future lies before you like a path of driven snow.
Be careful how you Tread on it for every mark will show.”
~~Author Unknown.~~

“Announced by all the trumpets of the sky;
Arrives the snow.”
~~By Ralph Waldo Emerson.~~

“Perhaps I am a bear,
or some hibernating animal underneath,
for the instinct to be half asleep all winter
is so strong in me.”
~~By Anne Morrow Lindbergh.~~

“We have only this moment,
sparkling like a star in our hand…
and melting like a snowflake.
Let us use it before it is too late.”
~~By Marie Edith Beynon.~~

“In the depths of winter
I finally learned
there was in me
an invincible summer.”
~~By Albert Camus.~~

“The present never ages.
Each moment is like a snowflake,
unique, unspoiled, unrepeatable,
and can be appreciated in its surprisingness.”
~~By Gail Sheely.~~

Christmas Eve

I leave the warm room that smells of clementines,
Leave crumbs and empty glasses, nutshells on the floor.
There are echoes of carols, fire-shadows of ivy on white walls.
I blow out the candles, red and green in jars,
Their curls of smoke scented with spice and pine,

Pick up used story books and late-delivered cards,
Watch tail lights vanish down the drive.
Old clocks tick time away; jewel lights outside
Blink steadily beneath the winking stars.

Out into a Christmas night where the dark is singing,
But not with angels.
Distantly a tawny calls, then flies a little further on
And calls again.
-Anna Scott of Self Winding