[Vintage Santa from google]
RIGHT TIMING
Santa comes
at the stroke of midnight
to eat cookies and drink milk
ho ho ho he laughs
patting his fat tummy
all the children all over the world get toys
because they love him
and he loves them
his timing is precise and exact
like sunrise sunset and solstice
© gillena cox 2022
REVISIT
Let the sparkly Christmas tree;
Busy shoppers at the mall;
All be a delight to me.
Voices of angels heard on high;
Angels atop the Christmas tree;
Sing of God and love.
I will lend ear to mountains in glee;
Be drawn to miracles of manger;
Respond at this majesty;
With longing for reign of peace.
Now, let's bauble every Christmas tree!
© gillena cox 2022
Wind at the window pane.
Wrapped in cellophane.
Sweet;
With a little heat.
That gives you a hint.
It is a ginger mint.
The little cellophane square;
Leaps into the air.
Out the opened window.
Oh was a show.
Like a butterfly in flight.
© gillena cox 2022
Books can open a door which swings;
Letting in longing for winter things.
Wishes are the wings of children;
That transport then though hidden.
If they are lucky enough they know;
They can leave their footprints in the snow.
A WISH FOR SNOW © gillena cox 2022
NOTE #Zuri is my granddaughter now 10 years old October 2022
Those mornings when the rain is hidden in forecast of the night passed; I go outside early to pull up a chair sit in my back yard and watch the daybreak into a splendid today.
I sit in the coolness of the morning in the tender gray, I swim undisturbed. My thought freely connecting with bird songs; caws, whistles, sounds new and old.
Soaking in the aroma of flowers in the crispness of a new day before the butterflies come out to play.
© gillena cox 2022
JUMBLE-E JUMBLE-I
That Christmas will be unaffected;
Celebrate your past tokens.
Goodnight my love until we meet;
Out of those crows.
Smell of petrichor;
No! No one wants this.
They are pigeons.
He knew he was fool all the same.
Be, the perfect hue of that moon global.
One more thing, the chrysanthemum, a nice finish.
Wild to wanton it grew;
Midmorning sunshine.
JUMBLE-E JUMBLE-I © gillena cox 2022
A NICE FINISH - A Cleve Poem
He John,
Made this costume from day one,
With help called in
From his parents whom he could rely on;
Winning was not only
Steady on his mind because of their talents,
But having fun too, he was sure
Yes! winning was in the cards;
That was uppermost if they pitched in.
In his mind too he was the best dancer.
One more thing, the chrysanthemum a nice finish.
A NICE FINISH - A Cleve Poem © gillena cox 2022
