CHRISTMAS, HE CAME HOME

A Christmas Haiku Tryptich 💖

The Wind comes whistling

through the wide-open prairie,

the Voice of Winter.

It sings of the cold,

a frozen lyric of ice

gray clouds in the sky;

Howling Coyotes

singing in the Blue Norther,

a song of the Plains.

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Down an oil-top road

Beneath a shivering moon

A tiny house waits

A light in the dark

beams from a sparkling window

crossed frigid pastures

Bluestem in the snow

Bending in the Texas Wind

greets the traveller

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Wind opens the door:

He is here - at last, he's home -

She opens her arms

The storm rushes in

The gale sweeping memories

to life on the Tree

Only Love can see:

his last promise he has kept -

Christmas, he came home.