Though No Snow Comes

My three-year-old asked me to put up the Christmas tree when he heard Christmas carols the other day at the mall but I don’t plan to until November. So I wrote this poem instead.

Here where I live
Snowflakes appear in September
Though no snow comes

In December, all lights are on
And evergreens lived for half a year
Though no snow comes

Autumn is but a name
We call the golden streets
Trees adorned with flakes
Of make-believe
Though no snow comes

Winter means warm
Complete with ballads and lullabies
Tales around the hearth
Made of dreams
Though no snow comes

We call tradition by its name
Holding back on nothing
Except autumn
And half a year of winter
Though no snow comes

Do hearts get warmed by cold weather?
Smiles are birthed with
Clinking glass
Browning mugs
Fuzzy socks
Dusty sweaters
All to mask the viral cold
And frostbites of loss
Though no snow comes

Here where I live
September’s unique mark
Where everything starts
With snowflakes of fallen stars
Sleds that move not
Evergreens lasting forever
Living in sealed boxes
Or standing over them
Weighed down by their fruits
Each half of a year
Warmth or winter
Though no snow comes

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete

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