Twelve Days of Christmas Poetry: XII

Expectans Expectavi

The candid freezing season again;
Candle and cracker, needles of fir and frost;
Carols that through the night air pass, piercing
The glassy husk of heart and heaven;
Children’s faces white in the pane, bright in the tree-light.

And the waiting season again,
That begs a crust and suffers joy vicariously:
In bodily starvation now; in the spirit’s exile always.
O might the hilarious reign of love begin, let in
Like carols from the cold
The lost who crowd the pane, numb outcasts into welcome.

–Anne Ridler


  1. Kristine, what a great poem, and what a great series. My Christmas season has been enriched each day.

  2. You’re welcome, of course, Norbert. I’m glad this hasn’t been pure self-indulgence (though I’d do it even if it were :)).

  3. Kevin Barney says:

    Kristine, I just wanted to thank you for this wonderful series. I truly enjoyed it.

  4. Kathleen Petty says:

    Kristine–It has been something to anticipate each day. Thanks so much.