Sounds of the Season

That yapping dog
in the yard behind ours
roused me from a dream
and some guy with a beard
named Jesus,
reminding me that winter
will soon bring seasonal sounds
like tires spinning on ice,
sparrows rioting in hedges,
snowblower choruses.
What would Jesus think
of this place in winter?
Never heard any carolers here.
What would Tim say?

#12 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans. Also, read Tim’s book! It’s so engrossing, I even dream about it.