All the hills are still, the snow lies soft upon the ground
Lights and candles sparkle as a hush falls all around
Love is in the air for just one fleeting, gracious night.
Into the starry skies float songs of angels, earthly prayers.
So many human hearts yet yearn to shed their hateful layers.
Cardinals are snug and warm within their sturdy nests
All is well within each furry, fuzzy, feathered breast
Love is easy, quick and true outside of human-kind
May we all find such blessings offered us at Christmas time.
The Mass is said, the bells are still. A candle blinks upon the hill.
‘Tis Christmas night and magic wakes as snow falls softly, flake by flake.
The Faithfull’s feet have crunched the ice and now lie snugly,
Warm and nice, within the beds of gentles sleeping;
All unaware of what comes creeping.
Love and Peace are on the air and ruffle every whisker, hair
That they do pass in woodland glen. They bless the best of creation then
Turn to the town all clothed in white, to bless the good this winter’s night.
With barest whisper of their wings they pass the brightly wrapped things
Beneath the tree and climb the stairs, to those who in their hearts know errs.
They shush and quiet worldly fear, fill souls with grace to last the year.
Onto the next – and next again –
Till all within are without stain.
The angels sing. The earth is still.
May you be blessed, as is His will.
Herald of the spring
My hibernating self stirs
When first it hears you sing
Tiny little sprouts within
Lift their weary heads
Towards the sun
The hope of life a struggle to begin
The earth warms, the wind blows
Skies blue and grass will green
And soon the summer garden
Now a glimmer will be seen
The red mitten was a beacon; I couldn’t have ignored it. Its crimson softness called out to my peripheral vision like a siren song, a ruby gleaming in the grey November surroundings. It was a solitary, ordinary mitten. Why I was drawn so magnetically to it remains a mystery.
The day was grey and misty and the mitten was spotted by man and dog almost simultaneously. Charlie strained forward on his leash in anticipation of a new found chew toy. I reined him back in, my sixth sense tingling. We were a few miles from the last rest point on the trail – a long walk for the small owner of the mitten. Continue reading
A quilt on the bed and cold air on my nose;
A lovely way to be in repose.
Fall’s in the air and the snow’s on its way;
Oh, how I wish that the season could stay.
Some like the tropics, the sun on their skin;
I prefer sweaters and warmth from within.
Dash away summer, give Jack Frost the floor;
This heart bids him welcome, to stay evermore.
He turns the leaves scarlet and paints all the glass;
With diamonds and petals – though, fleeting, they pass.
I wait for this cold blooded lover all year;
Goosebumps and shivers prove he has drawn near.
So away with the heat and the moisture and sweat;
The cold weather’s here and my smile’s firmly set.
Ah, to be a bird
Tiny and light and finely feathered
Upwards with ease into flight
To sit in the trees as the wind makes her music
To soar within the rainbow and know the sun’s first light
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The snow is sparkling on the ground
The world is hushed, true peace is found
The shovels still, the plows all parked
And here I feel my heart is marked
For grandeur, greatness, joy and light
And wonders still – tonight’s the night
For all lies still, the world lays waiting
And under stars are fairies skating
Cross the ponds, the ice and snow
Drift and swirl and catch moon glow
A gift, a tease, to those who see
And yet I think – is it just me
Who longs for sights of things unworldly?
Or is this just my heart strings, girly
Soft and weak and thus despised
By those with wiser, harder eyes?
But snow makes clean the world awhile
And dreamers dream and wish and smile
And so I think its winter’s way
To teach us – all must have its day
The sun will burn and stars will shine
And in my heart is darkness, mine
But also love and light unmarred
Just like the hills, all snowy starred