Holding hands in fresh gloves we walk the Winter woods; it’s quiet on Boxing Day morning; probably too many bad heads sleeping it off.
The essence of Chris is still hanging in the air, from the tall pine sentries lining our route, watching us in the scarves wrapped around our faces; the same scarves muffling our voices, and the words we get wrong, singing the Christmas songs everyone knows.
We ask each other to name their favourite part of Christmas so far; I say spending time with you; I know I say the same thing every year but it’s the truth; and you say the same.
I’m lost in your hazelnut eyes when snow begins to fall; I wonder what it would be like to be frozen in time; right here, right now, in this very moment; but when the soft snowflake hits my cheek; I wake up from my festive fog, and we walk on – destination unknown.
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and Festive Good Fortune,
Seasons greetings! It’s here everybody! Christmas Eve! Can you believe it? Only twenty-four days ago I started the Haiku Advent Calendar as a challenge to myself and a gift to you all. We’ve made it!!!
I’m going to put on the tree lights and settle down for a day of relaxation and maybe some baking.
But first, I’ll leave you with this haiku…
Santa packs his sleigh, ready to warp across earth; The best gift is LOVE.
Thanks for joining me and for the kind words during the Haiku Advent Calendar. If you want to read the previous Haikus, click the specific day below:
The snow fell softly, silently, blanketing the town before daybreak; it was deep enough to sledge in – and lose a boot; out the window, a march had already begun, street kids trailing sledges and inner tubes from old tractor tyres, towards the hills of the golf course and their hills; the walk took us past the bare hedgerows, showing the families already there; a dad and daughter skimming down on a black binliner, and some of the older lads on an old car bonnet spinning every which way.
At the entrance, scrambling over stile, I was ready to tackle the hill, dodging bodies to reach the top and the quick queue, quicker than I’d ever seen; it was tradition to share the first trip down with Ni; he handled the steering, as we sped in a bullet-straight line, all the way to the bottom, so we went again and again and again – together and apart, until my final solo descent, which was headfirst, full of fear and peer pressure; I almost made it until I ate a wedge of snow, hurting my arm; one of the car bonnet boys had to pull me out of the way, as the dad and daughter sped past my feet, binliner shredded to pieces, their fun finished as well; my brother left to trail the sledge as we laughed all the way home; full of childhood adrenaline, arctic air and last night’s snow.
Welcome to day nineteen of the Haiku Advent Calendar. I hope you’re all well. The days are going by too quickly.
I’ve donned a Christmas jumper to take part in the regular writing group I attend today so I’m festive and warm, like a good mulled wine or cider.
Now for today’s haiku…
Starlings murmur like prudes gossiping on bare trees; the air is frozen.
Thanks for reading and joining me today. If you missed it I was part of the cast of the Christmas Episode of Eat The Storms Poetry Podcast yesterday if you want something to listen to today. The Spotify link is below;
The Christmas episode of the Eat The Storms Poetry Podcast has been released. On it, you’ll hear me (!!!) reading four of my poems with a wintry and festive feel. I am so grateful that Damien (the host with the most!) invited me back to read. I love Christmas and the last time I appeared on the podcast was my podcasting debut, my reading live debut and was so much fun.
Some of the poems I’ve read you’ll find on Paul Writes Poems already; the others will be released between now and Christmas along with my daily Haiku Advent Calendar so keep your eyes peeled.
The last time I had the opportunity to appear on Eat The Storms, the other readers were amazing. The same is said for my fellow poets appearing on the Christmas episode, but, this time Damien has ramped things up for the festivities so it’s bursting at the seams like a vintage stocking.
I have released a poem this month already, you can find the piece of nostalgia by clicking, ‘At Christmas‘.
It was a massive honour and privilege to take part, especially with the calibre of the other poets reading. I may have been was awestruck! (I must apologise for the sore throat though.)