nature sings softly her lively recital
everything is glorious and looks vital
the swans exhibit courtship behavior
movements weary tiles for a spring paviour
thrushes chitter their earliest symphony
birdseed germinates and outspreads spring widely
two newts show a beautiful mating dance
strawberry plants use their early spring chance
a show of new born green just above the ground
alders pollen causing sneezing peoples' sound
few snowdrops, celandine, white dead nettle
and hazel trees show leaves and huge mettle
appetite dictates this walk with our dog
a craved annual entry in our blog
at length awaited while walking and watching
dozens of reasons for thinking and talking
the artificial Christmas tree just packed
the baubles and the glass peak safely wrapped
a large cup of hot chocolate a good mate
served forthwith stale Christmas cookies on a plate
A bountiful cascade, delivers enchantment, * *
featuring, glittering holograms.
Iridescent jubilance, kindles loveliness. *
Moonlight nestles over peaceful quietude.
Resplendent stars, twinkle, *
uncovering velvet’s wonderland. *
Xanadu's yuletide zeal
For the Contest: Snow ABC
Sponsored by yasmin khan
By Carrie Richards 3/13/12
Oh, make up your mind my schizophrenic love
Unpredictable are your ways
I can’t stand your waxing and waning
Are you trying to drive me away?
Drifting from a gentle snow shower to a hurricane
Why can’t you be predictable like the golden days of summer?
Or serene like a fine autumn morn’s mist?
No more cold shoulders…
I want a dusting of snow on Christmas eve
And a plush velvet blanket for Christmas morn
No more highs and lows where anything goes
Just be bold and romantic
You’re so easily distracted-you’re hyperactive
I don’t want a wishy washy winter wonderland
Don’t make me go talk to Mother Nature
Even the weather man is scratching his head!
By Gwendolen Rix
Written for Nette's Contest~Personifying January~
& Deb's Contest~Something Different~
nota bene-Ohio winters are notorious for labile weather.
Let frigid winter come,
it feels nice to be lonesome,
seeing myself snuggled up
in a comfort blanket holding a cup
of cocoa by this warm fireplace...
while the wanderer's frozen face
is dotted with the whitest snowflakes
as he rubs his red, freckled nose!
Isn't this an unforgettable moment
to delight me feeling the thrill
of the Season with its distinct chill?
Isn't this the magic of Christmas
when joy is felt in a calm land
by the sound of chiming bells?
Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow,
and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow,
brightness can lead my footsteps really far...
shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar?
I will go from house to house and knock on every door...
tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior!
I'm very confident that going back home
stars will gleam and children will roam:
singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy snowballs;
happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls,
but who minds waiting in the bitter cold...
when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world?
Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's contest,
" Fire And Ice "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/ 3/ 2012
What a lovely day it is
The sun is in the sky.
The wind has stopped its howling,
I feel very much alive.
I gaze out of my window
It’s peaceful and serene.
I look up at his smiling face
And say, "Where have you been?"
His smile gets wider, brighter
The clouds all disappear;
He says," I’ve just been hiding
But now I’ve reappeared.
"I’ll brighten up your garden
And the gently flowing stream;
With a myriad of colours
That will make your life a dream.
"I’ve stopped by for a moment
To bring you some good cheer,
to wish you a Merry Christmas
and a Happy, Bright New Year."
Snowflakes waltz on cold breezes
Remembered dance steps centuries old
Changing partners on a whim
Caring not whose creation they will trim
Father North Wind interjects boldly
Guiding the familiar waltzing journey
As flake swirls and spin gracefully
Always retaining their individuality
Jack Frost, his night shift ending
Leaps and twirls from place to place
Freezing morning dew, now expanding,
Preparing for the dance troupe landing
Mother Nature, the definitive director
Observes diligently each intricate design
Ever mindful of their desired destination
Knowing each becomes a Christmas decoration
Blissfully unaware of the preparations for the show
Children awaken to blankets of snow
Hastily donning coats, caps, boots and gloves
Father Christmas, delighted, smiles down from above
Note: I wrote this last winter during the Christmas Season. Hope you enjoy. Merry Christmas !!!
Santa's on his way
chill'n in his sleigh
all night he's delivering
while inside soft lights shimmering
out upon winter's Chrsitmas snow
it casts a glistening glow.
Windows of ice sickles glistening
while for sleigh bells children listening
his warm nature glowing
With spirit of Christmas flowing
Santa warms little childrens hearts
while eating all the cookies and tarts.
Santa's no time to play
but to bring play dough and clay
time for reindeer soon to fly
way up high in the chilling sky
his gentle nature of giving
makes life to all worth living.
When one is young or young at heart Christmas is everything!
I do not know?
Agreement feels like a back tickle
smells like magnolia
sounds like soft crickets and rushing water
looks like the bright moon
tastes like milk
Disagreement feels like a toe stub
smells like rotted vegs
sounds like fingernails running down blackboards
looks like the pic took of you at fourteen
tastes like medicine
Not so much difference, eh?
They’ve hauled me into the parlour,
secure in terracotta packed with soil,
to sit awhile before my ritual humiliation.
Soon I will be baubled,
showy, gaudy, tinselled –
the court jester who will keep
them smiling through their feast –
and burdened with things that dangle,
like a tart’s cheap earrings,
and those little wooden reindeer,
hand-painted, made in Korea.
But for now they seem
to contemplate my noble nakedness,
their eyes detained by something
unplumbed in their reality;
and they are silenced, for just an instant,
by a notion, perhaps, of distant green,
a timeless forest that impinges
on the periphery of their awareness,
seeing me as I would remain,
could they but permit
such an insult to their tradition.
A season ago we stood
in this spot where the pine grove
was greener than the thick grass,
we looked above and saw stars.
Then was a starlit August,
a month all lovers adore,
but returning in December...
the pine grove had turned white.
Ah! No longer we could spread
our blanket and dream as kids!
Ah! No longer the stars would
gather and shed light on us!
And since not one pine tree was
adorned with lights, an idea
sparked our Yule imagination:
to put a star on all of them!
Entered in Russell Sivey's contest,
" Natural Dodoitsu "
Written by Andrew Crisci on 12/26/12