The Christmas Hare

The third poem that was rejected by the magazine was one I originally wrote for a friend. It’s a bit late for Christmas, but here it is anyway.


In a snowy field one Christmas Eve

I spied a windswept hare

Leaping and gambolling

In the frosty air.

The tawny coat beguiled me,

Framed by the dazzling white

Of the wintry blanket

Spread out for the night.

As I watched the hare cavorting,

The sun began to sink

And the backdrop to its dance

Flushed a bashful shade of pink.

The creature turned and saw me,

Its eyes of amber sparked,

And with that the snowy field

Vanished in the dark.


© Kim M. Russell, 2016

The Christmas Hare

Image found on Wildlife Trust Hare in Falling Snow


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