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Father Christmas Smiles Gray

December 18, 2015 By Chris Baldauf Leave a Comment

Another Poem. Season’s Greetings!

This is the view from my window. What’s yours—physically or emotionally?
Chris Baldauf, Writer
The river, she is busy today.
Roiled and irritated
runs ahead of the storm,
a grab for the Gulf and warmer climes.

Dry leaves chatter, “Foul,”
to the southern blow.
“Make up your mind, it’s December,
we’ve given all.”

 

The neighbor’s awkward palms
planted out of place,
wave their fronds
like silly schoolgirls—cry, “Bully.”

 

Swaying on the banks,
naked cypress wag
lacy Spanish moss north or south
harlots to any passing gusts.

 

Red vinca hold fast their bed;
snap like a matador’s cape,
“Bring it ON,”
they taunt the North wind.

 

Now tears of rain splash dance
cold across the surface.
Father Christmas Smiles Gray
in Southwest Louisiana.

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About Chris Baldauf

Born-again Southerner, Chris grew up in Michigan and relocated with her husband, digging their way through snow banks until alligators halted their progress south. Chris possesses a B.A. in English from McNeese State University and a master’s degree in lying, the prerequisite of a good fiction writer.

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