Santa on Toast

I found a little Santa, inside a jar of cloves I pulled him out and deftly dusted off his clothes. I said “What ails you Santa, that you should be interred inside a kitchen prison so small and so absurd?” He said “you bungled dip-wit insulting me this way! I’ll teach your hide some manners […]

Winter Fortress

Sap and resin, musk and scent deep in dark and piney, spiral twirls, and needle floors bundled up and spiny. – Faintly feint light penetrates with bits of floating tree dust microscopic atom worlds— eager to adjust – Without, the world’s a whisp of white accumulated piles icy slips and frigid nips silver cold for […]

Christmas Lights

Passing by on the road the blackened shining windows of houses lying—-still. Abode of man melding in with night-ness creeping slowly into silent sleep. – What sight is this? a brash of brilliant, color splash electric green and red bedazzled string of shining lights Here a reindeer Santa, here a juggling Grinch here a snowflake […]

I Believe

I believe Christmas matters because the whelming weight of sundown cold as dark presses in on us and reminds our souls why we need the light – I believe Christmas matters because pagans huddled up in huts dead as dark pressured by the prince of deep malevolence need to see the Life – I believe […]

Shrouded Path

Steps of slapping leather, on the rain-slicked stone mist like drapes of ghost-light, gauzing path to home. The road winds, disappearing, into a foggy shroud as bobbing luminescents try to light the cloud. Off ahead a shout–of horror or success– a mist’ry trail adventure that you can only guess. – – – Photo by Alexander […]

Ruby Dusk

A red ball of yarn– the kind kittens play with– sits glowing in the sky as cranes fly slowly by. – – – Photo by Pedro Figueras: https://www.pexels.com

To a Puffer Fish

If I could simply swallow O the way you can swallow H2O, then I would float up in the sky a spiky balloon and stab the clouds till they showered water droplets over me. – You get to float— an over-eaten beach ball— pumbling in tumbling currents down beneath the chopped-up waves No one tries […]

Trout

A rainbow swims — little rings that whirl in circles round. Mouth goes puff little bluffs creating bubbles in the wake. Smooth as slimy, cool as mud, shiny in the sun-patched light, streaming through the glass of rippled waves. – – – Photo by Kelly : https://www.pexels.com

Winter Trees

The trees have taken off their shirts and barrel-chested stand prepped to take the plunge in winding winter winds. They stand together bold and thin former glory on the ground staring deep at coming days with steely confidence born of wisdom. Calm, and brave.

If I Can’t Go…

If I can’t go, I’ll grow—up to the sky like the trees do; fill up my space like the seas do; stand and be still like the peaks do— a nomad at home in the shadow of You.