Something wondrously magical happens when winter appears
My thoughts find joy when they turn to holidays and cheers
I find myself running to catch snowflakes on the tip of my tongue
And doing other enchanting things I enjoyed when I was young
I welcome the sunshine on wintry days because it keeps me warm
Unlike the heat of it in summertime, which has become the norm
Often, I've dreamed of being in a scene painted by Currier and Ives
Riding with loved ones in a horse drawn sleigh on leisurely drives
Although winter's frosty breath is chilly, and leaves my lips cold
The abundance of bewitching beauty is quite mesmeric to behold
When the winter world around me becomes a frozen moonlit stage
I'm inspired to write seasonal poetry about its magic, page after page
Categories:
currier, magic, winter,
Form: Rhyme
revelers in sleigh
moonlight on fresh snow powder
Currier & Ives
Categories:
currier, beautiful, imagery,
Form: Senryu
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
A quite handsome sight with a candy cane in hand
Taking a stroll in an evening cold chill
To Currier and Ives through the white snow
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
All deck out from his head to his toes
In his best golden brown delight
With a spicy scent cologne
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
With his sweet, smooth moves
Ready to shake and bake the night away
Rolling to and fro
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
A quite handsome sight with a candy cane in hand
Taking a stroll in an evening cold chill
To Currier and Ives through the white snow
Eve Roper 12/5/2015
Categories:
currier, christmas, fun,
Form: Free verse
It’s a Vivaldi winter...snow as far as the eye can see,
blankets the hardened from sub-zero and sleet.
I hear the violins and cello’s, groaning out forlorn winter notes.
Robins on a white roof are poufy with feathers thick;
bellies swollen in gratitude for my suet cakes.
Like many, I cannot leave them cold and hungry.
Were it so, that I could invite them in for a
hot chocolate and cornbread, I wouldn’t hesitate.
Sleet-covered, tree-sticks, lend a suggestion of fairyland;
naked trees, frozen in time; a Vivaldi winter scene to trump, “Currier and Ives”.
My eyes trace the rabbit tracks, from icy,
snow-laden shrubs to my naked fruit trees;
rabbit finds no dinner there;
perhaps a squirrel left an acorn or apple, buried nearby…
Mr. Rabbit will stake his claim.
I wish him luck; I know he has little ones beneath my garden shed floor.
Lethal ice cycles, grow from my gutters as Vivaldi winter notes, drone on;
I sip cinnamon spice tea and whisper a prayer, for God’s other children.
Categories:
currier, nature, poems, poetry, weather,
Form: Prose
The weather changes,
with cool breezes flowing through,
Suddenly everywhere becomes desolate
on cue,
Hints of the holidays hover through the
dismal days,
The excitement builds up,
then gently flitters away,
After the festivities,
it will only be more
bland Autumn days,
with trees standing
as scarecrows do
in the cornfields,
and chimneys burning
to create Currier and Ives scenes,
While emotions feel betwixt and between,
thinking that warm sunshine solves everything.
Categories:
currier, natureautumn,
Form: Prose Poetry