Our day of thanks is past.
And Christmas is coming fast.
Now all the roads are jammed.
And mailboxes are getting spammed.
Traveling from all around,
our friends and family abound.
The mistletoe will hang in wait,
ready for the kissers’ fate.
With ornaments galore arranged,
precious gifts will be exchanged,
The food and fun will joyfully flow.
But then it’s back to shoveling snow.
Thanks to all my many a friend.
My heart and mind’s on the mend.
The road behind bumpy and long,
twists and turns, some wrong.
Paths ahead are better viewed;
time’s taught life’s skewed.
All that’s known is there’s usually doubt.
But the ups and downs average out.
Like suns and moons we all rise and set.
And with changing seasons we freeze or sweat.
Grounding’s found in what’s always there,
the love of friends with time we share.
Hot and cold,
awaiting the sunrise
to blind my eye
of visions deepest blue.
In a clockwise world
my thoughts drawn back,
soon to crack,
options are but few.
Up and down
and round and round,
in the din
with none to win,
time dreamt through.
Words to mind
relief to find,
on leaf life blooms,
unknown is the hue.
weight is shared
trying is the clue.
A cloud reflects
eyes shut detects
a glint of gold,
change I’m sold,
tomorrow’s now in view.
Touched a screen
hope was seen,
hearts of friends,
my future mends
with much thanks to you.
A long week’s near its end.
Bumps and bruises on the mend.
The weekend’s here and much deserved.
Time well spent memories preserved.
Friends surround, new and old.
Enjoy the calm and adventure bold.
Monday’s soon, no time to spare,
double the pleasure with one to share.
Loaded all the way,
I devoured my fifth hot dog.
Then off to woods to play.
Soon thereafter I paused for a nap.
Into the night I dozed.
Till awakened by a dragons tap.
Not knowing what to do.
Into my pocket I reached.
I then found a tums, then two!
I hurriedly hurled them at the beast.
They landed squarely in their mouth.
The dragon thought they a tasty feast.
Swallowed far, fizzling as it they go,
twas the taste of pure magic.
A feeling a dragon doesn’t know.
The Beast soon burped a thunder.
Yet flames failed to spew.
The creature thought what a wonder.
Seems a dragon’s fire’s easily explained,
tis simply a diet gone awry.
And with it their agony ingrained.
Best of friends we both now be.
So if you should see a dragon.
Remember – nothing spicy!
Too precious is time to feel blue.
Days blend brighter with hues of two.
As lovers and the best of friends,
our moments as one, a shade of no ends.
Grays are Lies
To write with the dawn,
sky’s to rise to brilliant eyes.
To her I am drawn.
Sunday mornings are:
times of quiet and peaceful rest,
shared zest, feeling best.
We Are We
We are as we are.
We’re at the place that we are.
We choose who we are.