Hot Air Balloon

I     think
it       would       be
nice         to         have         an
adventure       in       a       hot       air
balloon          and          fly          over
every       house       and       tree
and     go     far     away
from  all  of  my
problems
/                 \
with nothing
but a basket
and hot air.

~Unknown

Christmas, Christmas Coming

Christmas coming

is the joyful song we sing

Christmas coming

and the spirit of love it will

surely bring

Christmas coming

and happy we will be

just another Christmas to see

Christmas coming

snow falls to white 

the ground the moon

shines bright

upon this wonderland

Christmas all around- 

Dorsey Baker

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though; 
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. 

Robert Frost

Tea

Today I'd like to sit and sip,
Forget about the world a bit,
Ignore the things I have to do,
And just enjoy a cup or two.
~Author Unknown

A Book

There is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toll;

How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul! 

Emily Dickinson

The Moon

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,

Thou seemest most charming to my sight;

As I gaze upon thee in the sky so high,

A tear of joy does moisten mine eye. 

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,

Thou cheerest the Esquimau in the night;

For thou lettest him see to harpoon the fish,

And with them he makes a dainty dish. 

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,

Thou cheerest the fox in the night,

And lettest him see to steal the grey goose away

Out of the farm-yard from a stack of hay. 

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,

Thou cheerest the farmer in the night,

and makes his heart beat high with delight

As he views his crops by the light in the night. 

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,

Thou cheerest the eagle in the night,

And lettest him see to devour his prey

And carry it to his nest away. 

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,

Thou cheerest the mariner in the night

As he paces the deck alone,

Thinking of his dear friends at home. 

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,

Thou cheerest the weary traveller in the night;

For thou lightest up the wayside around

To him when he is homeward bound. 

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,

Thou cheerest the lovers in the night

As they walk through the shady groves alone,

Making love to each other before they go home. 

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,

Thou cheerest the poacher in the night;

For thou lettest him see to set his snares

To catch the rabbit and the hares. 

Max Plowman

At Last

I love that each day

I wake up to a world that has you in it

And that I’ve been blessed

With a life that took a path

That lead me straight to you

I’ve never been as happy

Or at peace as I am

since you’ve become a part of my life

There was a time

When I thought I’d never find

This place in my life

This calm, peaceful feeling

That true love has given me

After all the bridges I’ve crossed

And all the paths I’ve taken

After all the journey’s

And all the let downs

At last

I took the right path,

I crossed the right bridge

And my journey has ended

At Last

I found my heart

My best friend, my one true love

At last, I found you

Furry Bear

If I were a bear,

   And a big bear too,

I shouldn’t much care

   If it froze or snew;

I shouldn’t much mind

   If it snowed or friz—

I’d be all fur-lined

   With a coat like his!

 

For I’d have fur boots and a brown fur wrap,

And brown fur knickers and a big fur cap.

I’d have a fur muffle-ruff to cover my jaws,

And brown fur mittens on my big brown paws.

With a big brown furry-down up to my head,

I’d sleep all the winter in a big fur bed

BY A. A. MILNE

Morning Sunrise

In the early morning hours, 

As the sun just starts to rise.

You can hear the sounds of nature

Whispering in your ears and seeing with your eyes.

Listening to the music of birds singing, 

And frogs croaking in different sounds.

Seeing the deer gently moving

And rabbits hopping over the grounds.

As the sun slowly gains height

The color of the sky changes.

It is a wonderous sight

To see the day awaken. 

Carolyn Marie Taylor

Jack-O-Lantern

Reminder

I Was Meant For You

The Blue Lagoon

The sun, it did shine

the day you came into my life

and everything that was wrong

became all right

everything that was upside down

turned around

And I smiled because finally

my heart had found its home

and I didn’t need anyone to tell me

that you are where I belong

I knew, I just knew

that it was you

And the morning sun it would rise

and dance through the happiness

that shone in my eyes

And all my dreams they did come true

every second that was spent with you

And every wish I had ever made

came to life that one fateful day

And I smiled because finally

my life and everything made perfect sense

and I didn’t need someone to tell me

that this was love or what it meant

I knew, I just knew

I was meant for you

A Spiritual Journey

Across from the mountains,

A little house sits in the tree's,

I'm lost in tranquility,

As my soul tries to breath.

White clouds moving slowly,

The breeze a calm still,

I'm caught in the moment,

As my heart starts to heal.

A piece of me,

In the startling blue sky,

As I spread my wings,

My soul starts to fly.

I fly to unknown places,

Where pain and hurt once dwelled,

As the memories flow pass me,

My eyes start to swell.

Tear drops drip slowly,

Down my cheeks,

The wind wipes them dry,

And gives me some peace.

Soaring so free,

Over water and land,

My Spirit Guide gently,

Takes me by my hand.

He shows me what was,

And what's meant to be,

And why my life,

Is so important it seems.

A long soar,

Like the eagle high,

I bow my head,

And I start to cry.

Back on the land,

Across from the tree's,

I began to realize,

What healing means.

It mean's not to forget,

Let the past flow,

Of all the horrors,

One soul had to go.

To take the strengths,

And apply them to life,

Is a valuable lesson,

I've learnt this flight.

Alone in the sunset,

I watch it go down,

When I finally realize,

What peace I have found.

Ana Lei Somerville

The Kiss

I hoped that he would love me, 
And he has kissed my mouth, 
But I am like a stricken bird 
That cannot reach the south. 

For though I know he loves me, 
To-night my heart is sad; 
His kiss was not so wonderful 

~Sara Teasdale

Miss Rosie

when I watch you 
wrapped up like garbage 
sitting, surrounded by the smell 
of too old potato peels 
or
when I watch you 
in your old man's shoes 
with the little toe cut out 
sitting, waiting for your mind 
like next week's grocery 
I say
when I watch you
you wet brown bag of a woman 
who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia
used to be called the Georgia Rose
I stand up
through your destruction
I stand up

~Lucille Clifton

How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? 

Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, 

when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

~Elizabeth Barrett Browning

An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire

In a package of minutes there is this We.

How beautiful.

Merry foreigners in our morning,

we laugh, we touch each other, 

are responsible props and posts.

A physical light is in the room.

Because the world is at the window

we cannot wonder very long.

You rise. Although

genial, you are in yourself again.

I observe

your direct and respectable stride.

You are direct and self-accepting as a lion

in Afrikan velvet. You are level, lean,

remote.

There is a moment in Camaraderie

when interruption is not to be understood.

I cannot bear an interruption.

This is the shining joy;

the time of not-to-end.

On the street we smile.

We go

in different directions

down the imperturbable street.

~Gwendolyn Brooks