Boom decorates herself as if she were a Christmas decoration
What kind? I asked, sugar cookies, divinity or another confection?
More like a tree, her hair is full of bulbs, all silver and such.
I think I would like to meet her I tell him, I mean very much.
You would! He says, for I am dressed as Santa’s happy fat elf.
The one that likes to lift others to get things down from a shelf.
I eat some of the sugar cookies, they are marvelous, pretty and gay.
I can meet Boom another day, feasting is what I’m all about today.
I stopped and stared at the prettiest gingerbread house
It was being decorated right then by a tiny gray mouse.
He gave me a wink and a nod and the friendliest “hi”.
You are doing a great job, I said to this sweet little guy.
I love decorating houses, he told me. I have a business card.
I gave him mine too, it said “Chelsea, song writing bard.”
He ran off rapidly after we did a little more chit chat
I turned and saw why; I had been followed by my nosey cat.
Boom decorates herself as if she were a Christmas decoration
What kind? I asked, sugar cookies, divinity or another confection?
More like a tree, her hair is full of bulbs, all silver and such.
I think I would like to meet her I tell him, I mean very much.
You would! He says, for I am dressed as Santa’s happy fat elf.
The one that likes to lift others to get things down from a shelf.
I eat some of the sugar cookies, they are marvelous, pretty and gay.
I can meet Boom another day, feasting is what I’m all about today.
She slipped inside the elephant compound one night
And decorated the gray beasts so pretty and bright.
We said “that is such a glamorous beautiful sight!”
The balloons she added increased new whimsy that was light.
Melody looked lovely sitting on her kick back porch swing this morn
I knew inside was her gorgeous son, a little baby newborn
How had she had time to decorate this gorgeous autumn porch?
She introduced me to her mother, a lady named Mrs. Morch.
Lovely Mrs. Morch had baked scones, and she invited me.
To partake in a snack, along with unsweetened peach tea.
Your porch is terrific, I told the young mother, who nodded her head.
Mom did it while the baby and I were snoring away, she said.
Elf liked the idea of stringing up a bunch of white icicle lights
Because the winter’s snows were not coming fast enough
He went to the store and looked at the rows with delight.
Brought them home, and hung them up, with gloves all rough.
The rest of the neighbors asked where he bought them.
He gave them the name of the stores, and the brand name of Rim.
They all raced to the store and bought themselves lights too.
Entire neighborhood was deliciously beautiful when they were through.
Nature Decorates a Tree
In the dead of winter, a beautiful pine tree
Grows in the middle of a field
Full of pine scent and pinecones
With a dried pine needle bib
Abandoned spider webs
Gently blown by the wind
Become thin, long, strands of spider silk garland
Wrapping around the tree
Cardinals and blue jays seeking shelter from the cold
Rest upon its branches and fluff their feathers
Looking twice their size
Resembling color orbs of red and blue
Snow begins to fall
Covering its branches
Icicles begin to form
Giving it a lustrous full look
In the morning, the tree “lights up”
As the snow and icicles sparkle in the sun rays
At night, it glows a bluish winter white
In the moonlight
Is time a disposable commodity?
It can be bought and sold for a day’s work.
It can be wasted on things with no perk.
That we value it is no oddity.
As time passes, understanding is found.
No experience can be removed.
So, make well of each day; it is behooved.
Around the clock, choices abound.
Wisdom in wanting leads to success.
Focusing on goals directs one way.
Providing purpose to every day.
It is not easy, I must confess.
Embrace the commodity without strife.
Time with love shared is time well spent.
When seeking one's paths, man must not relent.
Remember that choices decorate life.
© December 2, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
The conch shell decorates the chest
With the ocean resounding in its soul
As the distinguished maestro plays his best
Soft, low, and inviting just to test
Which music touches the soul
The conch shell decorates the chest
While the cobalt blue waters of the ocean crest
The violin gently held and bow softly pulled
As the distinguished maestro plays his best
The gray hair and beard show his years stressed
But his love only sees his great gift while
The conch shell decorates the chest
That under the open window sits at rest
Sun shining on that bay as the violin music drifts astray
As the distinguished maestro plays his best
While his love just a room away dances and sways
To the music that touches her soul this day
The conch shell decorates the chest
As the distinguished maestro plays his best
(This is written from a picture that is on James Fraser's web site. I have his permission to
use the picture for my write. Thanks James.)
(The word maestro here means: a master of any art.)
April decorates Nature
with snowy festivity...
to resemble a season so wintry;
will the unwelcome snow head for the shore?
The very disappointed skies gleam unpleasantly,
and the saturated earth weeps in agony;
who commanded the wrath of the tempest...
when winter supposed to be laid to rest?
The snow's showers cover the budding hills
quicker than the gelid rain of winter;
far and away...hope is illusory and brief,
and the questioning mind deflects its early coming!
Does this season have a late beginning,
or is it caused by an unknown factor?
April has smothered winter and hasn't protected
the trees, flowers and plants from frost;
almost everything has perished in its ferocious course,
and the desperate farmer deplores an harvest so scarce!
Inside is so cozy and warm, the gusty wind
is heard through the fireplace that retains the heat
of the crackling logs underneath;
some folks cherish moments like these!
April decorates Nature
quite beautifully and impressively;
brutally or unfairly...
it becomes an inevitable rapture!