By Richard Lawson
dress me warm in wool for heaven is a snowy ride silent snowy ride first stop heaven’s gate saint peter nods, points the way down icy gold streets icy golden streets birds of heaven gleam in the trees path to christmas eve endless starry night huddle warm merino rug happy hearty quiet hot rum, pumpkin pie heaven is a snowy ride silent snowy ride
Richard Lawson, born and raised in the north Georgia mountains, is a retired music teacher, 61 years old. He lives with his wife, Charlotte, in Brunswick, Ga. They have a daughter, a son, and a grandson. His work has been published in The New England Poetry Digest, Fine Lines, Georgia Sportsman, Georgia Outdoor News, Southeast Outdoor News, New Verse News, Poetry Pea, The Sunflower Poetry Review and cc&d magazine. He has completed three books of poetry: River Songs, Katie In The Moonlight and Collected Dreams.