Miki Byrne Poems
|81.||By The Beach Fire.||2/23/2015|
|82.||A Sharp Rebuke.||12/5/2014|
|83.||Ants In My Friends' House.||12/8/2014|
|84.||Arboretum In Sunlight||12/8/2014|
|85.||As I Walk Through Birmingham.||12/8/2014|
|87.||About Edna St. Vincent Millay.||12/5/2014|
|88.||Christening At St. Mary Magdalene's||2/23/2015|
|91.||A Christmas Poem.||12/4/2014|
A Christmas Poem.
I see the lights a-glitter.
I hear the choir in song.
Children gaze, sparkly-eyed
For Christmas won't be long.
There will stand the presents
Around the Christmas tree
And cards along the mantel piece
From friends and family.
Then I think of Jesus,
All in a stable born
And all the things he gave to us
On that first Christmas morn.
The hope, the love, the charity.
The kindness shown to all.
The depth of Christianity
Sprung from a babe so small.
So now at this new Christmas,
I send a wish for peace.
For harmony throughout the...
A Small Act Of Defiance.
The overalls were blue. Washed to faded shadows
like pieces of captured sky.
They fell into folds worn into their own memory.
The boots were hard. Toe-tecting bulbous humps
that crouched upon his feet-like pigs noses
with mud and diesel layered thick upon them.
Souvenirs of demolition sites. Stomped over
through unrelenting days of graft.
His shirt was sometimes frayed.