ho ho ho ho ho
ho ho ho ho ho ha ha
ho ho ho ho ho
I do not have a
chimney but this will not keep
Santa from his rounds
Adjusting to Life's Changes with Hope… Through Poetry, Haiku, and Commentary
ho ho ho ho ho
ho ho ho ho ho ha ha
ho ho ho ho ho
I do not have a
chimney but this will not keep
Santa from his rounds
the weather today
is like a still life painting
only God could paint
the trees took their cue
from the cold snap and
their leaves started
their silent descent
I think this is our first
gray day of winter
even the streetlight is
lost in the sky behind it
which made me reflect
I have never blended in
or stood out not that it
really matters
the weather and the
changing seasons never
depress me but it is
the wind that reminds
me of where I have been
and my failures in life
which are the stepping-
stones between the
victories along the way
and the victories to come
first cold day with a
morning frost the air feels good
and smells so so sweet
I made dinner and cleaned up the kitchen.
Then I stepped out back to take a break.
I made rainy day red beans and rice and
Cajun baked chicken thighs that my love
loves and a few breasts. The late afternoon
nap was not for me.
The rain falls slowly but continuously on
the metal patio roof behind me playing a
disjointed tempo all of its own drowning
out any other chords of rain. No wind
really and it is getting dark. I can hardly
see my steno pad. I am not sure what I
expected the Saturday after Thanksgiving
to be like, but this wasn’t it. The light over
the kitchen sink is on. Nap must be over.
Someone just closed the kitchen blinds.
I am sitting here in the dark, but I give
thanks to God for another day of life.
A moment of joy on this dreary dark day
comes to mind as I give thanks that it may
be too dark to see but I walk in God’s light.
the sun didn’t show
the rain did by the bucket
on our metal roof
the wind is up the
temp is down with an early
peek at winter sun
the earth is scorched by
disease but rain will fall on
many of the few
nature is on edge
weather patterns are changing
more signs of the times
a word in prayer
may not be for today but
its own day will come
suns out leaves started
falling again no longer
confused by the heat
rain clouds hang in the
air making you think it
might rain
the local black and
white cat hides behind
the elm tree out my
window
the cat goes rigid but
whatever it was must
be gone because
the cat lifts and licks a
paw and when I looked
back the cat was gone
the sun made a dull
attempt to push through
barely making shadows
even so
rain clouds hang in the
air making you think it
might rain