Hand-o-gram I’m premier-rate around Christmas. People need me most when theirs are chapped and sore. At office-parties I twinkle my rings, tickle the boss’s chin. On Christmas Eve I model presents: mittens or golfing gloves for a wife. Christmas Day, it's cashmere, kidskin, before they nestle in tissue or gaudy crackle. I may peel a … Continue reading Hand-o-gram

The Frost-Tree

  The Frost-Tree     You wondered, had a storm torn those branches but decided their lopping was too regular, strategic, too even  for an animal's bite, or lightning. Had a benign tree-surgeon stripped branches for the sun’s return: end-weight slashed for  new bark in spring or had frost’s conspiracy with freeze-seal air stunned with … Continue reading The Frost-Tree