Month: January 2023

Above the water
The clouds wave to the vast sky
and nature blossoms

Monkeys swinging in the trees,
Up high in the branches with the greatest of ease.
Their tails are long and their fur is brown,
They chatter and play as they move around.
They love to eat bananas, oh so sweet,
And they’ll swing and they’ll play until they’re beat.
They’re playful and curious, always on the go,
They’re the life of the party, don’t you know.
So let’s all give a cheer for the monkeys up high,
They bring joy and laughter to the sky.
They may be mischievous, but they’re full of fun,
They’re and delight to watch, one by one.

We break through thick, gray clouds and I see innumerable bright lights below,
Shining white from tall silhouettes, jammed into one long, narrow island,
Each warming this frigid night of someone with a name.
Twenty six letters in the alphabet, an infinite number of names.
We all have one, given at birth, before our parents know us.
I walk crowded streets, snow flurrying across the myriad faces in front of me.
A tiny, wrinkled woman, her head wrapped tightly in a worn, red scarf, I call her Amaya.
The darkest skin and whitest teeth of a young man without a coat,
hands shoved in baggy pockets, weaving briskly through bodies, maybe he is Robert.
The ear-muffed girl bouncing beside me calls her brother Billy, and he turns,
pink cheeks and wet nose, smiling at her, as they discover this new city.
A warm, packed restaurant called Angelo’s, an artsy street called Cornelia, an immense cathedral called St. Patrick’s, a solemn monument listing 3,000 names.
Our names announce our existence, introduce us to this world, represent who we are.
The power of a name.

Be kind to everyone you meet
You never know what they are going through
Your choice is never defeat,
Your choice is never what do to,
But how you complete.

As the snow falls its like a sprinter
A snow kissed face
The piles of snow being placed is like a printer
In a furry place
It sneaks closer, is that Winter?

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A true companion
An adorable puppy
A delightful soul

Snow came bawling
trudging through snow
cold winds calling
as the storm blows

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!!!!!!!!BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the clouds ROAR
as the cloudy skies R U N away….

Leaves fall, as it turns to winter
Trees surrender to the cold that’s a splinter
We all cuddle up by the fireplace with hot chocolate and pj’s
While we’re comfy inside, at the snow we gaze