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The news channels have been turned to the Hallmark channel. The living room smells of Douglas fir and burning wood. The front door welcomes visitors with poinsettias and a wreath.
It’s looking like Christmas. The days are short and darken early. This journey to winter solstice seems slow and cold. I want to make soup. I want to curl up with a warm blanket and drink hot tea. But this season also begs for things to get done. Shopping. Decorating. Writing Christmas cards. Wrapping… the list goes on…
Once a day I slow down. I open my notebook and pen a haiku or two. Poetry makes me stop and pay attention. Haiku-a-day for December. #haikuforhealing
Join me in taking a small moment to stop and listen. Join me in making Advent what it’s truly meant to be…a time of waiting.
The tree is waiting,
like me, in time we will know
secrets hidden here
–Margaret Simon
Reflections on the Teche 
Such bright, shiny eyes
Laughter surrounds, envelops
Tis a starry child.
Margaret, you make haikus look so easy! Thank you!
Beautiful!
Very balanced. The idea of taking time to reflect and to write despite being so busy sounds great. Enjoy the holiday celebrations.
Thank you for a little bit of Christmas. Our home is still waiting…
Mary Lee has started us off with a lovely tradition. This is so calming, Margaret, that “waiting” is what I love.
I love this tradition! I bet it brings peace to your heart.
The waiting and the hidden secrets. So much to anticipate.
This post has a lovely rhythm to it, Margaret. I love how you bring us into the front door, rush us through the chores and tasks, and then slow us down alongside you. Enjoy your time spent slowing down with poetry!
Sweet! I am imagining you and Maggie decorating the tree even as I type this, Margaret.
It’s so nice to think of a tree waiting, just like we do with all the holiday joy. It was so nice to visit during dinner at NCTE. Enjoy your holidays with your family and friends.
White Christmas wishes.
Snowy adventures beckon.
Winter wonderland.
Our street is twinkling w/ colored lights on a quiet winter night blanketed with snow. I heard my principal proclaim, “I didn’t know it was snowing,” as we left the building.
I love your tree picture. I haven’t put one up yet. Maybe this weekend.
We never have a white Christmas. Some day I will travel to one. Thanks for the image to dream about.
Christmas memories
Landing softly as snowflakes
Tiny bits of joy
Always when I decorate the tree, memories come back. Thanks for your beautiful haiku response poem.
Beautiful! I love it – and the picture. 🙂