The decorations are up.
The cookies are baked.
The gifts are wrapped.
The carols play.
Snow is on the way.
Best wishes go out
The decorations are up.
The cookies are baked.
The gifts are wrapped.
The carols play.
Snow is on the way.
Best wishes go out
Dancers in the
are put there by the sun.
Remain still until
the wind makes waves.
Then, tree trunks wiggle.
Turn into squiggles.
Branches follow suit.
The dance continues
until the sun
makes a move.
Hidden Treasure
The squirrel digs
a storage space.
Drops in an acorn,
covers it and
scurries away.
Then, the rabbit
comes out from
behind a tree.
The Winter Sun
The winter sun shines bright.
Sits in a clear blue sky.
Lays reflections in the lake.
May even melt some ice.
Don't be taken in
by what you see.
Check the temperature
before you go outside.
The winter sun
can't be trusted.
Above the Rest
Some rocks sit
above the rest.
They were carried up
and set in place.
Their elevated position
is unstable.
The downward roll
is only a bump away.
November Left Me With
fewer leaves in the trees.
temperatures that freeze.
the gratitude of Thanksgiving.
a variety of leftovers.
the end of some challenges.
the beginning of others.
31 days left in the year.
the question, "Where do I go from here?."
Let Them Have Their Say
Memories turn on in my mind.
I can't help but let them play.
There was a time when
I tried to keep them at bay.
They dropped in on me anyway.
I find it best to let them
have their say.
This poem was written for prompt 28 of the November PAD Chapbook Challenge. I used my Nov. 17 blog, Sweet Sounds, as the prompt for this poem.
A Visit to the Park
Geese swim among the trees.
Go in and out with ease.
Reflections stay in place
by the sun's grace.
A visit to the park
makes me happy as a lark.
Sweet Sounds
They play in my mind.
There was a time when
the music was live,
Now, the player has gone.
Sweet sounds are
memories I can't help
but turn on.
This poem was written for prompt 2 of the November PAD Chapbook Challenge.
Tell Me Your Story
How did you get here?
How long will you stay?
What is your vision for another day?
Do you like what you see?
Does it make you feel at home?
Are you missing something?
Are you ready to roam?
This poem was written for prompt 14 of the November PAD Chapbook Challenge.
Cornered
I backed in.
Now, I want to get out.
That should be simple.
Turn about.
But, every time I try to leave,
I can't make myself move forward.
This poem was written for prompt five of the 2022 November PAD Chapbook.
In the Water
there are worlds
too deep for
us to see.
Even though they
are out of sight,
they look to us
to care for them.
This poem was written for prompt four of the 2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge.
Try to Connect
Don't be afraid
to reach out.
You may have to
go over some obstacles.
Put in the effort.
You never know
what will happen
once you make
the connection.
The Color is Gone
I feel the loss.
The color is gone.
What once was full
is now empty.
I have gone through this before
so I can see
a brighter place ahead.
Halloween Is Upon Us
Halloween is upon us.
I must be honest.
Creatures will be about
that make me scream and shout.
Monsters, vampires, zombies, ghosts.
I'm not sure which scare me the most.
Still, I can enjoy this day.
I know these scary creatures will go away.
A Certain Place
Sparkles fill the lake
at a certain time
in a certain space,
As I move closer,
they disappear.
There is no need to
chase the sparkles.
The sun lays them out
for me to see
as long as I stay
in a certain place.
The eagle leaves the others behind
to soar out on its own.
Lands near the top of a tree.
Surveys the park thoroughly,
but stays on its perch.
Nothing entices it
to give up its alone time.
Another Day Together
Leaves align on the branches.
Some wave above the others.
Some hang below.
Those in the middle may
be found lying down.
Whatever their position,
they put their colors on display.
Spend another day together
before they fall away.