Thursday, January 1, 2015

COUNTDOWN...YES?

2-0-1-5...and

We're all still alive!

2-0-1-4
Has exited life's door !!
















Friday, December 26, 2014

HOW 'SEASONAL' TIMES DO FLY


  Another holiday down and         still counting...whew!!!






















                                                                                 Xmas 2014





1978  ..................................................... 1979


And no way do I want to go back to that day when I knew I probably should change the baby girl's name we had picked out (i.e., NoĆ«lle Terese) to something else!


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

GOTTA DECK THEM HALLS!




'Twas the day before Christmas
and all through our house,
Computers were humming
(A noise hard to douse)...




Yet, we paused (and reflected)
on how blessed this year's been:
Times simply grew better,
compared to 'back when'.















Though, there's still gentle tugging
at both of our heartstrings...
Like angels' wings sprouting
when hearing fine bells ring. 



We pondered this mystery,
For what is was worth:
[Were we simply discounting
a legendary birth?]


Then it came to us both,
and we knew why we wondered:
Why some 'spirit' had dampened;
certain 'joy' tossed asunder.


Our kids were now grown,
way past sugarplum folly;
There'd be no more toy drums,
nor lacy-dressed dollies.
















No fighting about "who"
gets to place the tree's top-star;
Nor competing over which boy
was nature's next rock-star.



But all is not lost,
'cause we gained our cute Jimmy,
Who croons X-mas tunes
 

while perfecting his shimmy !!! 

Jimmy's X-mas Shimmy


Sunday, December 21, 2014

THESE ARE PLACID TIMES...


A race towards stunning numbness,

 throughout the sleet of limestone and marble-white,

throws itself willy-nilly into abandoned streets


where the breath of carriage wheels


has just so recently taunted trees


quite frankly out of season... 

Incongruous goslings chase the fluffy


snow, mingling with famished  ponds

reflecting a lifetime of mirrored ambitions

and rustic fence-posts...



These are placid times,
Floored as a silent snowflake adopts a stark position,
Unyielding  to the heavy clouds that bluster above...

All embrace the solstice

written by L.P.-G.