At Janus’ gateway,
we find ourselves once again:
but what shall we leave behind?
~
Year after year we
resolve to leave things behind
then just snatch them up again.
At Janus’ gateway,
we find ourselves once again:
but what shall we leave behind?
~
Year after year we
resolve to leave things behind
then just snatch them up again.
As this year slowly
fades, what causes your poet’s
heart to skip a beat?
~
Diversity breeds
an asynchronous rhythm
when we welcome it inside.
Is it a sad truth
that just the presence of pain
provides us with fresh perspective?
~
Sometimes pain can be
a crowbar that loosens the
old and makes way for the new.
Are we completely
daft to hope that before long
snow will fall and fires warm?
~
When hearthfires burn
and winter snows return,
we will daftly hope for spring.
Sales and Santa sail
off to hidden storage bins;
how to keep that joy within?
~
Ah, and therein lies
the rub for we have to learn
to catch joy on the fly.
It’s the day AFTER
Christmas. Why haven’t the kids
gotten that sleep memo yet?
~
Alas, Boxing Day,
at least within this household,
is no day of servants’ rest.
After record warmth,
perhaps we should consider
spending Christmas down under?
~
I thought the whole point
of Christmas was to help us
avoid going down under.
It’s the night before
Christmas. Why haven’t the kids
gotten the memo on sleep?
~
You are so old school!
If you want those kids to sleep,
You must email, text, or tweet.
How can one protect
beloved family members
from so poorly misplaced trust?
~
We do our best through
love, vigilance, and prayer,
taking action when we must.
Ok, so there’s no
snow. Are we going to just
be left with those plain red cups?
~
Why go to and fro
over the absence of snow?
Candles set red cups aglow!