The rodent pops from the hole not a weasel, not a mole like a turtle from its shell, we gather round waiting for a tell. Winter, winter, go away… Too bad, his shadow’s here to stay. Somebody better get a gun– that groundhog better run!
Elves around the yule log singing merrily; one pokes at the fire, which sparks it scarily. Others start to push, and then shove others mercilessly. Some begin to cry and yell, shouting extremely loudly. They wake the reindeer in the barn who begin to bay ragingly. Lights flicker on in the cabin; the snow reflectsContinue reading “Elvish Ruckus”
You’re Unforgettable. Love, Emmanuel
Every one in the world May have a gift this Christmas Most will doubt the validity And offer up resistance, but No one is excluded from Unconditional acceptance Even when they don’t accept themselves. Love, hope, and peace in Jesus.
***This is a sonnet in the form of ABBA ABBA CDECDE*** When King Herod called the money changer To count all the people across the land From Galilee Sea to Bethlehem sand Baby boys were born in extreme danger. Wisemen came from distant countries stranger While sleeping lowly shepherds took a stand When an angelContinue reading “The Boy (a Petrarchan Sonnet)”
The horse nickered. The knight clutched the reins tighter as he waited. She glanced down from the turret window and wondered, “will he come for me?” Thunder clapped. The horse jerked, fearful of the coming storm as he waited. “Should I run to him? Shall I pack my bags and ride away with him?” Mist rolled in.Continue reading “A Misty Eve”
*This is a poem I wrote after delivering my only child to college for the first time, making us empty-nesters.* The sun has absconded with my heart. I am betrayed. Prepping the introvert for a world of adulting created an unintentional bandit, who stole my wind. Watching her confidently walk away, alone, salty rain shrivelsContinue reading “Betrayed”
How did the butterfly get its name?Did it land on a stick of butter? Or maybe on the butter churn?Did the first one have wings of yellow?Or did it slide down a window easily?Did it flutter around with pollen on its feet? How did the butterfly get its name?Did it steal the milk and butter? PhotoContinue reading “Butterfly”
Most days I swim in the shallows of daily life, “What’s for dinner; Honey, help me please; Oh, that looks good; Where is this thing?” Occasionally, Great White dives into the abyss and pulls a glowing creature from the depths of my darkness that illuminates a way for others, be it a story, a poem,Continue reading “Abyss”
Starlights twinkle bright Everyone sings lively Christmas kindness ignites me.