Thursday, January 9, 2025

JANUARY 'S INDELIBLE IMPRIMATUR

...impossible to remove


This year began grimly;

Winter steadied its fortress;

Thick daggers of ice

 Plied the seams off our porches...

Encrusted warm-thermals,

Aloft from this sphere,

Extinguished past rainbows,

 Then dropped them like tears...

Faint trickling sounds

On the pavement below

Quite softly, and slowly,

 Spread dollops of snow...

In three months, Earth's breath

Will launch fine, pollen wings:

Proud palette; so pungent!

That first whiff of Spring!!!

poem by L.P.-G. / 1-2025

Wednesday, January 8, 2025

FULL OF GRACE, just as the poem says:

 

Tuesday's Child

Today is your birthday,

And some years ago,

We welcomed pure sweetness

"Tied up in a bow"...


The days have since followed:

You've grown kind and strong;

With four kids of your own now,

To help sing this song:


Happy Birthday To You,

Happy Birthday To You,

Happy Birthday Dear Lara [Mommy],

Happy Birthday To You !!

... And last, but not least, I never forget that my daughter-in law's b'day is just before my own daughter's...

Friday, January 3, 2025

IT'S 1-3-2025, AND WE NEED TO KNOW...

         DID SOMEONE TURN 6 TODAY !!!

                                                               




                                       










Happy Birthday to our 'Jude Bear'


XOX,

Grandma and Grandpa

Monday, December 30, 2024

AS TIME GOES BY (As Well As 'Bye')

                                                               


Oh, Eve of a New Year !

Champagne bottles break;

Resolutions stay spotless

  By sharpened snowflakes...

We greet bright-eyed babies;

Aged men wave goodbye;

Yet, just 12 months prior,

We sailed those same highs!

'Feb' gathers love poems

And scores of red hearts;

The Ides bring March madness,

With winds off the charts.

 April weaves baskets

Of jonquils and bunnies;

May summons bumblebees

Brimming with honey...

Many a bride says 'I Do'

In fair June;

July's blazing skies

Call for flag-bearing tunes...


Sweet August is sunrise;

September, full moon;

October breathes harvests

That cause geese to swoon...

In times of November

Great tables are laden;

But once comes December,

Fine snow slows to 'fade-in'

When that last day arrives:

[December '3' with a '1']

It excitedly bellows,

THIS  YEAR'S  ABOUT  DONE !!! 

poem by L.P.-G. / 12-2024

Wednesday, December 18, 2024

46 YEARS IS BEATING THE ODDS!!

                                                                       





 






















Next year, perhaps somewhere a lot warmer ??