Happy Birthday to Me

Oh great!

Just what I need,

Another reminder – Time swiftly passing –

Alas, once again to reflect on the ages

And celebrate “Me” with cards, cake and candles.

 

Well-wishers? Abundant.

Amazed that I’ve endured the quest,

Survived the test of father time.

Methuselah, beware.

Your record in jeopardy.

 

Don’t mind really.

Just another year older,

Thankful for the chance to see

The dew drops of a brand new day,

Sit quietly with the one I love

And reflect on my blessings,

Memories collected,

And to know with a certainty

That life will continue

Long after I shed this mortal shell.

 

Are We Cold Yet?

It’s there

     In the air,

You can sense the hawk sweeping.

Soon,

     Very soon

It will wake from its sleeping

To bite and to nip

To claw and to rip

To haunt and to halt

In its bone-chilling grip.

 

Good sense says to hide,

To keep safely inside

Secure by the fireside

To weather the tide.

But fate bids me go

On my trek through the snow,

And suffer her wrath

As her glacial winds blow.

 

And the taut winter breeze

Brings the strong to their knees

As autumn surrenders

To deep winter’s freeze.

 

All That Is Good

All that is good,

Let it come to me softly.

I will embrace it with arms open wide,

Sharing its essence a thousand fold,

Spreading its gospel to grateful minds.

 

If it means harm,

Let me face it with honor,

Searching the undertones living below

So I may mute the thundering voices

And quell the torrent that rides stormy seas.

 

We are but brief

         To move through the cosmos,

A wink and a blink in the footnotes of time.

No time to waste on the lost angst of demons.

Focused and fixed and anxious to find

All that is good.

 

…And It’s Christmas

It’s reindeer on rooftops,

It’s cocoa and cream,

It’s dewdrops and gumdrops

And sugarplum dreams,

It’s carolers caroling

Sounds of the season.

Do-gooders doing good

For no good reason.

…And it’s Christmas.

 

It’s Santa and elves

Waiting perched at the mall

With Eddie and Adeline

Watching in awe,

It’s crimson and candy canes,

Emeralds and diamond rings,

Lollypops, presents and

All kind of wondrous things.

…And it’s Christmas.

It’s angels with halos and

Good will toward men,

A grand celebration of

Family and friend,

It’s eggnog and candlelight,

Star-topped trees twinkling bright,

Praises to Heaven that echo the night.

…And it’s Christmas.