December Morning

December early morning light
Hues of gray, black and white
Thin layer of fresh fallen snow
Winter’s beauty, such a show

Barren trees, so tall and thin
Limbs a dancing in the wind
First a squirrel, then a fox
Then ever slowly, geese in flocks

So still, so quiet, winter comes
Our hearts beat softly, tiny drums
In the distance, a cardinal calls his mate
To breakfast come, no need to wait

Thin stream of smoke from the chimney trickles
Watch it dance, your heart tickles
No need to rush, hurry away
Let linger, this December day

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Till Next Christmas

One day past Christmas
Stranded on a magical isthmus
Feeling very blessed
There find a long awaited rest

Our hearts filled to the brim
A long walk on a whim
Overflowing with pure joy
Peace yet lingers, never destroy

So many gifts still wrapped under the tree
Things making us happy, you and me
Best of all, family and close friends
Love shared always transcends

Till this time next year
Each moment savored, not one tear
We shall patiently wait
Christmas in our hearts, what better fate

Snowy, Snowy Christmas Memories

Snowy, snowy Christmas Eve
In Santa Claus we believe
Even now that we’re old
Before our eyes, miracles unfold

Snowy, snowy Christmas morn
Twas the day Christ was born
Though long ago and far away
All remember that magical day

Snowy, snowy Christmas night
Full moon sky, candlelight
The tree aglow, oh so bright
Never such a beautiful sight

Snowy, snowy forests and fields
Sparkling beauty nature yields
In her arms in peace we rest
Nestled close to her warm breast

Snowy, snowy village square
Wreathes and trees everywhere
Shop windows beckon, call us near
Inside our hearts, Christmas cheer

Snowy, snowy sleigh ride home
The sky above a star-lit dome
From chimney tops puffs of smoke
Sweet smell of slow burning oak

Snowy, snowy Christmas carols
Sweet blackberry wine aging in barrels
The smell of cinnamon mixed with pine
A nip of brandy tastes divine

Snowy, snowy morning after
Happiness lingers, holiday laughter
The fireplace crackles and sparks
The dog asleep, never barks

Snowy, snowy windowsill
By the fire, our hearts do fill
God is good, God is great
Till next Christmas our hearts await

Yet Another New Christmas

Narcissism, so very hard to digest
Deep intrapersonal indigestion
For all seeking its source
That is the place
It all comes from
Yes where we all begin again

Every once in a while
We must go home
Could be Martins Ferry
Maybe East Cleveland
A place where all unraveling ends
And all beginnings start again

A new Christmas is here
A time for introspection
Exploring the inner depths
Infinite light and dark places
We’ve either been
Or dream about on such special nights

Two days before this Christmas
My heart is still stirring
So many vibrations filling the house
I must look in the mirror
And there find myself staring
In a dark suit of clothes, not truth I am wearing

Easier times behind us lie
I sit in bed and sometimes cry
Last log on the fire
Watch it burning
Life inside me
Forever churning

A new Christmas has finally come
A destination of hope
Ever deep repining
And so back in the magical mirror I glance
Hoping to see
God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

Makes You Wonder

Makes you wonder
Why we worry so much
Why we fret reality
What’s completely inevitable
Far beyond our desires

Makes you wonder
What lies inside
Making us so sensitive
To a sunrise, sunset
And everything in between

Despite all we think we know
Tomorrow shows up
Magically intertwined with today
And all other days
That have ever been

Wanting to simply believe
In Santa Claus, Jesus, God the Father
Yet it is so clear
What we believe
Always serves what really is

So we appear in each moment
Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow
The key, never fear or doubt
What and how life presents itself
Instead, savor each breath, its life-giving

We’re All Naked

Past a point
We’re all naked
Without purpose
Any end destination

Once you look closer
See past all good and bad
Where we live daily shows up
Like a boil on our ass

Crude you say
How life treats us
Or what washes up
On life’s ever-churning beach

Don’t lose hope
Or forget all reason
For surely in between
Life worth living reappears

December Years of Our Lives

I wish I could be
Satisfied for just one moment
Unafraid of serendipity
Strangers stealing sweet complacency

Somehow we manage
To find ourselves
Side by side
With truth and unreality

No answers
To all questions
Far less certain
Than our lingering fragile suspicions

So many times
I, like you, wondering
Is this all there is
Have I lost my direction

Just the other day
I met a man using fire
Forging reflective glass
Helping us see ourselves, find our way

Dismissing youth
Men with fewer years
I sat and watched
My own dismal, fading sunset