'PACKING UP X-MAS':

                                                     

    A Post-Holiday Musing

No greens adorn the mantel-piece;

No garlands grace the walls;

The pantry shelves are bare once more,

I've swept and mopped the halls...

No longer are there sprigs of pine

To coax red embers bright;

No longer do the twinkling tails

Of small lights chase the night.

Great wreaths and candles,

Past their prime,

Re-line bespoken drawers;

The festive foil, made just for gifts,

Re-dresses attic floors...

Glass ornaments

Are packed with care,

The fir-tree stands 'at curb';

In one year's time

ALL will return:

Warm memories,

Un-disturbed...

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poem written by L.P.-G

copyright 1/2022

2022: PENNING AN ODE TO A NEW YEAR ( A year of three 2s)

                                                                   

2020 was 'HELL',

So we braced ourselves well,

For a "Covid-cure",

Mid  '21...

But when that never happened,

Our brains looked to caption

Whatever seemed buoyant and fun...

Yet the past year  saw sickness

And shootings and riots;

('21 was no better than '20)...

When the ball descends

Times Square,

Just past midnight

(By one hair!),

It had better bring

Fortune, and plenty...

'22 will begin with

"The Mightiest Drop",

Kerplop! goes that ball:

Oh, Kerplop!!

Three 2s mark its "full name",

[ Perhaps that spells "good fame"],

But will luck put us back

AT  THE  TOP ?

poem by L.P.-G. / 12/2021

        

DARK WINTER SECRETS...

 

     DARK  WINTER  SECRETS

The solstice passed some days ago,

[And right before our eyes];

December's snowy curtains

Slowly  shut, and feigned disguise...

See that cloud of snowflakes dance?

Tumbling toward the lake?

January  bares its soul

Of this, there's  no mistake...

The stage is set for frosty lights,

Some shallow and some steep;

The earth exudes an ice-age chill,

With secrets , wintry-deep...

                                           poem by L.P.-G./ 12/2021

HOW I OFTEN REMEMBER...

                                                        DECEMBER

The firmament bends far overhead

In shades of frost and gray;

The skeletal limbs of barren trees

Have no green leaves at play...

All is stilled by deathly gusts;

And winds that bring destruction...

How can the sun assuage this scene?

"December's introduction"

   

  poem written by L.P.-G. 2021

THERE ARE A MILLION WAYS TO SAY THIS...

     ... and here are just 'some' of them !!!

12-7-2021: Happy B'day, Dr. R.C.G.