I am SO excited, my poem "Christmas in Ouray" was published at spillwords.com. The funny thing is that these poems are often written months in advance. I love this version they selected, but I also wrote another version. Here it is:
Christmas in Ouray
is always white, where mule deer shelter
under snowy boughs of evergreen.
Iced-nip noses, and frost-tip tails
tuck under bodies of warm winter felt.
Inside a century-old home, a fireside plate
sits with crumbles from cookies.
Bright-eyed children with tiny pink toes
gather together for morning folklore.
A string of fairy-lights reflect
eggnog mustaches, wild fingers
stockings of chocolate delightings.
Beneath the sparkling fir tree,
a kitten attacks red and green papers,
pouncing silver and gold ribbons,
baubles and bows with holiday glee.
A celebration packed in pagan ecstasy.