I'll Be With You

I’ll Be With You


I’ve walked by surf on golden sand,
I’ve kissed your lips; I’ve held your hand,
I don’t want surf and sand, and sea,
How grand are these; I just want thee.


We’ve seen the fluttering golden leaf,
Together viewed the fall relief,
The mums so red in autumn new,
I don’t want these; I just want you.


In spring the purple crocus ope’s,
As passion builds within our hopes,
I don’t want roses sprite with dew,
Nor daffodils; I just want you.


I know one day that death will part,
What bittersweet the lonely heart,
Then give me all; for when I view,
I’ll be with you; I’ll be with you!


Peter Lowell Paulson
October 29, 2012

One Clear Voice Sonnet XX

One Clear Voice_ Sonnet XX


Such cold and blue and blackened sky,
How bright your stars; your planets spin,
I reach so far to touch; I try-
To understand the depth within,
There’s love and fear, and joy and doubt,
Your universe so hot and cold,
I hear discordant chords about,
Your melody is hard to hold,
And, yet your choir has one choice,
To practice with the notes we’re giv’n,
We all can sing with one clear voice,
To finish one pure anthem driv’n,
We know that love’s within Your scheme,
Until our end; our final dream.


Peter Lowell Paulson
October 27, 2012

My Cold

My Cold


Oh yuck! I have a cold,
It’s getting very old,
Ten thousand tissues by the bed,
My nose it runs; the nostrils red,
I cough, and cough; my voice is hoarse,
I sound just like a frog, of course,
No intellect; each thought it dims,
As through the inward fog it swims,
This little virus has its ways,
To hold me in its dull malaise,
I have one goal to fight it off,
This runny nose, and raspy cough,
I know I will be well someday,
Until I do I have to say,
Oh yuck, I have a cold,
It’s getting very old!


Peter Lowell Paulson
October 25, 2012

Autumnal Breeze

Autumnal Breeze


Waft, oh waft, autumnal breeze,
Bring greyer skies and crimson trees,
The fields are weaved with golden sedge,
A carpet drawn toward winter’s edge.


October reigns, its thunders roll,
It quiets body, mind and soul,
And, for a while all troubles cease,
A somnolent and somber peace.


E’en though the day is warmer now,
The fallen leaves and barren bough,
Remind us still to gather in,
For soon the winter fires begin.


Peter Lowell Paulson
October 13, 2012

Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night


Dead of night and raindrops falling,
Small tap, tap, tapping,
Upon the wooden porch,
Upon the grass, pavement and trees,
 Arrhythmic cadence,
Unique only to rainfall,
Past midnight now,
Crickets are still partying,
Out in the sticks, and their bush-league taverns,
Cricket jazz until the sun comes up,
Sleepless night,
And, yet,
I am blanketed by the sweet sound of rain,
There is rhythm, and romance,
A resonance,
One set from as far back as rocking in your mother’s arms,
Perhaps it is the reason for sleeplessness tonight,
I don’t want to miss it,
Not one drop.


Peter Lowell Paulson
October 6, 2012

Allergies

Allergies


We’ve all been there when friends disclose,
Their hack and cough, and dripping nose,
“I feel so bad; you have a cold”,
“Just allergies,” is what you’re told.


A week goes by; you’re now in bed,
A runny nose; a cough you dread,
Oh my, oh my, and golly gee,
You must have caught their “allergy!”


Peter Lowell Paulson
October 2, 2012