THE WANE

 

THE WANE

 

The wood is boldly lit by a western sun

Sting chants a Desert Rose

Few leaves remain, clinging to branches

Water pools in low land

Reflecting clear sky

By rotting umber foliage

The planet rotates

As the light does evanesce

A sombre mood ensconces

The wood darkly

TIME WELL SPENT

TIME WELL SPENT

Jupiter and Moon guided me all the way home

My Christmas dinner was not spent alone

We wined and we dined

And heard Christmas Guitar

She ate all the cranberries

With a har-de har-har

A ring round the moon

Promises precipitation too soon

The temperature chills

I climb concrete hills

Upon opening the door

The scent of rosemary did pour

Still warm as toast

Because the turkey did roast

Home all alone

The holiday spent

No time to bemoan

Must focus on rent

Back to the grind

With a keen mind

To live and let live

Yet dam up the sieve.

Then live to tell,

Hope you spent your holiday well.

CLEARLY MIDNIGHT

CLEARLY MIDNIGHT

“It came without ribbons, it came without tags, it came without packages boxes or bags.” However, by virtue of a few fine friends and some very generous clients I’ll be just fine and dandy, blessed with a very merry little Christmas, and a gay Yuletide:  while warm and well fed, focusing on Christmas present. Thank you from the bottom of my needy human heart, thank you with all my heart, thank you for whom you are, you know who you are. All my love and may peace ensconce your hearth and home this season and all throughout the new year and forever…

US EVERYONE

Us Everyone

 

It is dark and has been precipitating for nine hours. The rain pelts the skylight and the winds gust causing the near visible wood to sway to and fro in a lamentation of its existence. The moisture envelopes, insulating from sound and sight, a welcome reprise from the usual. 

 

Weather canceling the market, the serfs will have to make do with less for yet another Christmas while the haves roll over on their over stuffed mattresses and remain comfortable in their supercilious slumber.

 

As much relish as I savour for the magic of this season an end to the holiday gridlock and holiday surfeit can not come to an end soon enough so those that have not might get back to business as usual with at least a turn for an opportunity to earn to afford the nourishment they are missing so that they might attempt to earn a living for another week.

 

Peace and egalitarianism for us everyone.