Celcius slips; 𝘴𝘶𝘣-𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘥
by the world's growing cold.
Soon, snow surrounds me,
buries me;

𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺.

SʜᶦᵛᴱriᴺG, as a spotlight sun
seldom shares me its shine.
Trapped within trappings
far too ragged and thin;

𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹.

Finding only frigid faces
hidden behind frozen masks.
Unconcealed, without costume,
cursing their ｃｌａｙ－ｃａｓｔ cadence;
I turn my back to their turned backs.

Fearing their foreign words
might blind me;

𝗠𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝗺𝗲.

So I grow where nothing’s sown
a proximity without 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘺

My frozen fingers
failed to feel my heart finally numb.
In its place, an empty space.
Looking for leftover love
                          
...𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀.

Sueño con una Navidad correcta y alegre
Nunca sueño con una Navidad blanca o nevada
Es muy resbaladizo y traicionero cuando nieva
Para ir a la iglesia uso zapatos de cuero
Y es fácil caerse y lastimarse
No quiero romper tu corazón
Al decir que esa blanca Navidad
No es un momento divertido o alegre. Pero la misa de medianoche
Por supuesto, es un momento feliz. Me encantan los villancicos
La música góspel, las decoraciones y cuando doblan las campanas
Me encanta una Navidad cálida y alegre en el estado del sol, en Florida
Donde sea seco, atractivo y agradable. Es como tener una cita
Con la Madre Naturaleza. El clima no es malhumorado ni sombrío
Los niños juegan con sus regalos y todos parecen felices
No sueño con una Navidad blanca o nevada
¡Oh, Jo, Jo, Jo! Me encanta una Navidad correcta y alegre.

PD. Traduccíon de ‘ A Right And Jolly Christmas’ por Hébert Logerie

Copyright © diciembre de 2023, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poemas.

snow was falling from up the heavens
her tongue filled with snowflakes
leaving a chilly surprise in her mouth
unlike the her peers who adore this season
she despised it with all her heart
but when her peers asked “why didn’t you just stay home then?”
she couldn’t give a answer
one day she was walking in the snow
every step she made she started to whine
complaining about how the snow was pulling her down to the deeps of the earth
the cold breeze didn’t help either
slapping her face back and forth with chills
but the last thing she want to do was go back to where she escaped from
so she took a liter from her jacket
and lit a cigarette to her mouth
the smoke release from her lips gently
silencing the breeze for only a moment
she continued on her walk
when she reaches her destination
streetlights were shining like ornaments hanging on a Christmas tree
for a second she admired them
until she heard a honk sound
she enters into her taxi
then look at window with tired eyes
“So where are you going to ma’am?”
the taxi driver asked
“Somewhere warm, or maybe somewhere far away, just a place that isn’t home”
she replied with an empty smile

Pure white whispers fall,
soft embrace on black branches—
Winter's breath lingers.

Enormous oak stands,
silent witness to the peaks,
shadows blend with light.

Between two giants,
snow and silence weave their song,
timeless, cold, serene.

fat red berries cling,
snow breathes white upon their glow,
winter's quiet fire.

In silent woods where whispers freeze,  
The breath of night kisses the breeze.  
Trees stand like sentries cloaked in white,  
Their branches bowing, in graceful plight.  

The breath of winter, crisp and clear,  
Wraps all in silence, drawing near.
A silver quilt covers sleeping ground,  
As snowflakes drift and twirl around.  

Beneath the moon's observant gaze,  
Winter shrouds time in a sparkling haze.  
The world sleeps under frosted dreams,  
Where moonlight weaves its silver beams.  

As frost paints scenes upon the night.
Where stars like diamonds shimmer bright.
Nature's art hangs in crystal chains,
A masterpiece in all that remains.

©️Lizzie Bevis