Just Plain Foolish
Just a chance for an old-fashioned, simple storyteller to say what needs to be said.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
First snow
The promise of snow
appears in low grey clouds,
sharp tang in the air
Sunlit snowfall
Cold whispers drift on the wind
Silence in the woodlot
White flakes fall softly
gilding black branches upraised
to embrace the sky
The storm has passed
Heavy snow begins to melt,
leaving fine lace
appears in low grey clouds,
sharp tang in the air
Sunlit snowfall
Cold whispers drift on the wind
Silence in the woodlot
White flakes fall softly
gilding black branches upraised
to embrace the sky
The storm has passed
Heavy snow begins to melt,
leaving fine lace
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Moonlight - One Deep Breath
Moonlight shines down,
glazing the lake with diamonds.
Night birds call.
The moon so big
children reach up to take it,
trying to play catch.
Breath glows white
Watchers stamp their feet
Crescent moon sails on.
Whistle blows sadly
Under a winter moon,
the midnight express.
A ghost in the sky,
Opal eyed visitor,
The moon peeks at day.
Beloved,
whisper to me again
by moonlight.
Crescent moon,
a perfect moment is here
to see your valleys.
How did this happen?
Just a cup of tea, outside,
went to take a sip.
How did this get here?
The moon hid in my cup!
glazing the lake with diamonds.
Night birds call.
The moon so big
children reach up to take it,
trying to play catch.
Breath glows white
Watchers stamp their feet
Crescent moon sails on.
Whistle blows sadly
Under a winter moon,
the midnight express.
A ghost in the sky,
Opal eyed visitor,
The moon peeks at day.
Beloved,
whisper to me again
by moonlight.
Crescent moon,
a perfect moment is here
to see your valleys.
How did this happen?
Just a cup of tea, outside,
went to take a sip.
How did this get here?
The moon hid in my cup!
Labels: birds, moon, One Deep Breath, poetry, tea, train, winter
