A parent gives name to a newborn child
hoping for temperament low-key and mild.
Impossible to foresee the path trod,
they--two--prayerfully implore most high God:
Watch over and keep him on the right track;
when in smelting fire, please hold to his back.
Help him to learn the pathway he should choose
with plenty of room and nothing to lose
so long as he looks for the Lighted Path
and seeks to help others avoid God's wrath.
When he grows weary give lift to his wings,
replenish his strength, give voice as he sings.
Help him tune in to your heavenly voice;
as he ponders the way, then makes his choice
give mom and dad a vision to rejoice.
Summertime! Summertime! So glad you're here!
Apricity, grilling, picnics galore
help us appreciate you soooo much more
as Covid-19 has brought most everyone fear.
Warm weather activities all around
entice forbidden choice which does abound--
water sports, basking in alluring sun--
have beaches packed along gulf, bay, ocean.
Rivers and lakes add boating, fishing too;
camping, floating, rafting, a gumbo roux
and not a few more add to the allure--
such a tempting lot most do adore.
Social distancing does not fit the scheme,
nor does the nightmarish midnight dream
of sickness and death, the 'wakening scream.'
Image Above:Seascape, Sailboating by Francine Sreca @pixabay.com.
The ‘Ides of March’ bring tales of woe
in days of old and days of fro’.
Be it debt or death, thought awry . . .
blizzards or bombs, looks in the eye,
a knife in the back, just a glance
with crooked smile, deceit perchance.
One is jailed for an unpaid debt;
another assailed with an illness yet.
Disaster o’ercomes effort spent,
destroys all that this life hath lent.
Frailty brings one down to earth,
and forges diff’rent points of view.
In counting what this life is worth,
the ‘Ides of March’ cast sight askew . . .
O’ercome bad plight with hope anew!
Spinning! Spinning! Still, but Spinning!
The contents are naught but a blur . . .
open windows appear opaque.
Seemingly still, but moving fast
on triangular pedestal
perched tall, straight above the tip.
Bulbous body -- visual blip --
spinning, spinning while standing tall.
How long can such sweet posture last?
Not one jiggle the spin doth make --
spinning, spinning -- faster, faster.
Then just a slight wobble is seen,
then one more if your eyes are keen --
then the top can be seen again.
Do Save Time, rising sooner by one hour,
utilize daylight as you limit night.
"Rise and Shine in the early morning" light,
as temperament gets a wee bit sour.
Forfeit one hour in the early springtime,
take it back at night with early dark-fall.
"Rise with the chickens," hear early birdcall;
roost with the night owl, hear the midnight chime.
Some insist it saves the blooming daylight,
increases an all-productive instinct,
making one's worth just a bit more succinct
and reduces crime that occurs at night.
Do not complain 'bout a sore lack of rest.
Just change your mood to reflect at its best --
and put your inner system to the test.
February slides into place, the chilly air takes on ice;
what was new, fun to explore -- now, not so nice.
The urge to get out and about, feel sunshine's sway
set into motion -- builds up need -- by one really nice day.
Thoughts linger on the garden a bit, the taste of fresh produce
on the tip of the tongue excites the taste buds, begins to induce
a yearning, a longing, for the freshness -- the sweetness -- of spring,
new leaves on trees, red and white flow'ring and new songs to sing.
Days yet cloudy make that fireplace hearth a nice place to stand
as we dream about sunshine, start tilling that land in our mind.
Sometimes in winter, a brief break is nice -- time to rekindle the fire,
rejuvenating those coals from that early, dark morning hour.
Starting those beans with some onion, garlic, hock of holiday ham --
making sourdough bread for some sweet butter and jam,
and the comforting savor of an enticing entre made with a yam.
Thanksgiving is done, now we have to run
to keep our waistline from expanding.
Wow, it's Christmas once again;
we're scratching our heads and wondering
just how a year has passed so soon,
and what gifts to give we are pondering.
Deals we grabbed Black Friday morn
will have some hearts engaging
in treasured interchange so thankful.
We search in stores and online too
for trinkets, toys and flashy bangle --
talking, thinking, tracking - the month through.
December is hustle and bustle time;
Christmas carols make the air chime
with all sorts of special sentiment rhyme.
Thanksgiving vibes flow through our veins,
fill the atmosphere with celebratory strains.
Our hearts overflow with holiday cheer
as carols ring out in the blustery air.
Tinsels, lights and bows are strung
along the streets, in our homes are hung
as shoppers search for gifts far flung.
Christmas carols begin to be sung
by old and young and those in between,
and one can almost see a glistening sheen
as everywhere people cast doubt aside
and swear by His will they do abide.
Thanksgiving Day we'll offer up a prayer
for all the love, food and wealth we share --
the Spirit overcomes all we cannot hold dear.
Photo above:The First Thanksgiving -- by Bettman/Corbis @ Smithsonian.org,
October October brings cooler days and colder nights blanketed with red and yellow, crimson and orange — color sights to deck the hills, welcome bellows whence we fan the flame on cold nights. Bonfires and hayrides, fun for all, caramel apples and smores bites fill tummies midst those dunking calls. Bobbing for apples, ghoulish frights are all part of October fare; fall festivals and frightful dights round out the Trick or Treat scare. Then as the month comes to a close we pull out our warm winter clothes, wear a scarf to cover our nose.
Photo above:Fall Apple Harvest -- Portland Monthly@ google.com.
September The waning days of September bring memories from days of yore, of growing-up, learning the ways employed by those living before. Comforts not thought to be quite new by those who enjoy them today — were considered luxury then and wood heaters merely cliche. Summer ends with fall equinox, cooler nights bring welcome relief, people start thinking to months ahead when holidays will seem too brief. Time will become holiday blur as days and nights begin to whirr — and suddenly appears New Year.
Photo above:Fall Foliage Homestead -- by Matthew Pla @ Unsplash.com.
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