a few breaths another season this wonder in the eyes showing that magic is still possible
Tag: Holidays
much the green i broken lay…
much the green i broken lay,
far beyond displeasure –
countertops and cherry-limes,
towers full of treasure —
much the season comes around,
songs and gales of laughter –
much the green i broken lay,
cleaning up
the after
To share is human:
In Joy
She brings young love up to the door,
Her family on the other side;
A heart as full as hearts can be,
And eyes alight with pride —
But families don’t always see:
They can get locked up in the past,
And miss the growing moment’s mien,
“Another thing not meant to last –”
But Lord, how much I now believe
That love is love, and not to be
Ignored, put down, or patronized,
Nor pushed aside with pleasantry —
And all there is here is what is:
That boy loves girl, and girl loves boy,
That fire warms, and welcomes us,
And we should greet it all
In joy
To share is human:
The Seasons We Might Call Our Lives
Reverberant anachronism
Strains of Tin Pan Alley lyricism
Played as through a 1940’s radio
(Twixt flashes on the fascist overthrow)
Before you were alive or even thought
Another world, a distant era caught
Between the seasons we might call our lives
While one young set of eyes somehow connives
To make it to a world of ice and snow
For whom old music conjures up no
Long ago
To share is human:
A Holiday On Ice
We sat reviewing all the presents
Left us by Pandora,
To music of the winter spheres,
And lighting by aurora,
And though the holidays were rough,
They still were not displeasing
Amid the warmth of love and care
We felt while we
Were freezing
To share is human:
from the threshing floor – 1
once, a cold that tore like nails:
twilight footsteps, frozen mud,
then, a string of lights in blue,
after cold, a hallway clatter,
hands by radiators warming,
television distant playing
special holidays in music,
laughter heard from faraway —
vane outside in hard wind spinning,
dinner never felt so good,
season of a new beginning,
glitter, garland, light and wood,
glitter, garland, light
and wood
To share is human:
Waiting by a Shop
The things we
Remember when we
Look back now
To share is human:
Smaller Things
It’s smaller things that mean the most.
We find that out as time goes by;
When in large nothings we’re engrossed,
That never seem to satisfy —
And then we find a moment true,
When what’s important – love – shines through,
And we can see, amid it all,
That what means most is mostly
Small
To share is human:
