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.

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