My Christmas pantoum poem of family and love and walks in the newly fallen snow is shared here by the marvelous Sally of Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life.
The day began when the sun soon arose
But of course in New England that’s a hoax
Because all of our days do begin, yes,
But often the sun’s hidden, I confess. Continue reading
The night envelops me like soft snow over a tree branch.
I become invisible to the two-legged creatures –
That’s why I choose to “be” only during the night.
Can I find the right ingredients
Housed right here in the kitchen cabinet
On the shelves high above the rice and
Cans of soup and beans?
Oh yes, I spy flour and sugar Continue reading
I prefer a sunrise in the morning
I prefer sunshine to rain
I prefer happy people to sad
I prefer to be happy, myself
I prefer Lincoln’s quote on happiness
instead of Freud’s musings on the blues Continue reading