christmas poems

over the river, on the hill
i heard the wind all day
therefore i may not
when a deed is done for freedom
why do you always stand there shivering
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
now while my lips are living
your body's motion is like music
i have had one fear in my life
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
did you ever hear of
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
and with the humming bird
her face is fair and smooth and fine