Bit sunshine squinter
At end of winter.
gather light splinter.
Before long they were
Engaged in sweet myrrh.
Watched it disappear
Never hearing fear.
Fall in love Pleasure
Seasons fruits treasure
Land reclaimed leisure
Patient roster Bows
Hungry Cat's meow
A faint east wind moaned
Early Spring Postponed.
Categories:
squinter, character,
Form: Rhyme
The gleaming of the sun on the snow in the winter
Teases your eyes with the rays – Squinter
Pupils dilate, taking in the glorious fluffy whiteness
The eye can see the vastness
The wind howls, deceived by the coldness
In one big gulp, it swallows a drift in its boldness
Survival hides beneath the mound of white
To emerge when it is time – excite
Life flows and ebbs, even in the stillness
Birds pecking in the chillness, so relentless
No leaves, no shelter from the storm
Side by side on a fragile branch – uniform
The game of life, so fragile from birth
When the snow melts, there is a rebirth
Tiny wings and baby steps – towards
Marching to the beat of another day – forward
Breathing,
Living,
Loving,
Trusting
In another tomorrow
The promise of a future you borrow
Categories:
squinter, bird, birth, day, earth,
Form: Rhyme
Most rigorous astrology can hardly divine
Why flamy galactic orbs often burning fall;
Or the calm pull behind shiniest meteorites'
Hurtling lower from their neat nestlings tall.
I own that apt eyes as of the lauded Magi may
From starry ciphers tap signs of a coming day;
Yet no tiny mass among the fiery marvels high,
Can answer when first they graced the idle sky.
While I'd rate their near-syzygies tolerably rare,
I know ethereal balls as bereft of all oral strain.
All sheen but full non-awareness of birth-date,
Ought to render these speechless vapors vain.
What telescoped forms of dumb orbitings mute
Might imbue with insight in placid images cute
Any salient squinter into thick lens herebelow,
Where tiptop harps and strung wonders bore?
Astrologers and their crafty stars will sweat to tell,
Where and when their augury-warped instincts fell.
Categories:
squinter, christian, destiny, god, heaven,
Form: Didactic
Woe Is Winter
Woe again to my new winter
Out each window am a squinter
Looking at all the sheets of white
Blaring cold taking another bite.
If in desert living on dirty ranch
Would not experience avalanche
But if high on a mountainside
May be taken for quite a ride.
Skiing swiftly down a high hill
May be traumatic and a thrill
And while talking to some nerds
Asked me if I skied backwards.
Enjoy Christmas while you can
And are boiling items in a pan
Of pastries must be a good judge
May make peanut brittle or maybe fudge.
(Unless you are carrying a grudge.)
Jim Horn
Categories:
squinter, humorous,
Form: Couplet