Wonderland

Powder sugared wonderland,

The fairies were busy last night,

It must have taken an army of them,

Jack Frost had to be in collaboration,

Somewhere they must have borrowed,

Some giant troll mother’s baking sifter,

And then went crazy,

With artistic abandoned.

Every bare tree filled,

Every tip of every branch of the pine tree,

Dusted, and then dusted again for good measure,

With pure white powdered sugar,

Looks good enough to eat,

My snow swept winter treat!

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 25, 2011

My Cat So Statuesque

My cat so statuesque,

He sits upon my desk,

And looks through the window,

At what, I’ll never know.

It must be intriguing,

His eyes they dance; they bring-

To him the wonder so,

The universe aglow!

If I disturb his fun,
And talk to him he'll run,

My cat will search and find,

Another window kind,

So I will say, "Hello",
He'll look and then he'll go,
Continue his "cat scan"

From living room divan.

He gazes eyes so wide,

It is his private side,

To watch his cat T.V.
Without bothersome me.

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 23, 2011

The Thief

When parent leaves us all alone,

As death you’ve taken as a thief,

The hurt inside we will bemoan,

The veil of tears n’er covers grief,

For we remember happy days,

The laughter and the coffee talks,

Bring back to us the simple ways,

A few more times the garden walks.

This life and death a mystery,

We yearn to solve this puzzle true,

Each soul has seen through history-

These troubled times yet make it through.

Then so together you and I,

We forge ahead and make our plan,

God still provides until we die,

To build from here the best we can.

We’ll n’er forget the loved ones lost,

Fine memories are brought to mind,

As grief demands a lesser cost,

We’ll sense again that life is kind.

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 21, 2011

My Staff

With words ne’er patrimonial,
This is my testimonial,
And ever true confessional,
My staff is so professional,

When schedules seem unbearable,
The workload stress is terrible,
They have the true capacity,
To find inward tenacity,

They face each task so skillfully,
And help each patient willfully,
I’ve never seen them lazily,
But ever, always crazily.

I guess when all is said and done,
They work quite hard yet have some fun,
When pondering at setting sun,
I have a staff second to none.


Peter Lowell Paulson

February 16, 2011

In the Calmness of the Night

Wind whistling through the paneless window of my soul,

I reach; I breach the breakers and ascend to the heavens,

I yearn to know the mind of the eternal,

I miss its mark graciously,

Yet wonder why.


Peter Lowell Paulson

February 16, 2011

When I'm Away

When I’m away,

I carry you with me,

I’m not alone anymore,

My heart is with you,

My mind sails toward you,

My soul soars to the place where you reside,

And I am home,

Wrapped in your loving arms,

Forever in love.


Peter Lowell Paulson

February 14, 2011

The Spark - Sonnet V

I saw one spark today upon the snow,

It is what God put into me to gain,

Yet others would extinguish; help it wane,

The spark is not an image; heavens no,

No force could put it out or make it grow,

Nor blot it out as if it were a stain,

The spark does keep me happy and quite sane,

I glint, a song, an ember burning low,

I think the spark is shared when people meet,

I don’t quite know what happens or the how,

But it will brighten every corner dark,

And take you to the height of Heaven’s seat,

I’m gladdened every day and even now,

Today upon the snow I saw one spark.

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 8, 2011

Baby's First Birthday

Now slow, I slip with sleepy eyes,

And drift in slumber on this night,

To dream of every big surprise,

Of my first happy birthday’s sight.

Grandpa, Grandma were here today,

And Moms and Dads and children too,

Presents for me, and all would stay,

To sing, “Happy Birthday, to you!”

But now the best, what do I see,

A big bright candle on the cake,

Mom blows it out and gives to me,

This frosted treat for me to take.

This wonderment of my first year,

A finger tip into the prize,

And slowly test the icing here,

As guests all gaze with loving eyes.

Now on the tongue the chocolate goes,

The sweet begins to settle in,

The thought within this baby grows,

This cake is mine I start to grin.

And with one year's maturity,

As serious I face the task,

I've gained enough dexterity,

To eat the cake through chocolate mask.

My parents are so proud of me,

Together we have come so far,

Now I will grow and ever be,

Their living, loving, little star.

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 6, 2011