Winter’s Snow

 

 

Winter’s Snow

 

Who knew that white would fall below,
On virgin branches fresh with snow,
The puffs and fluffs on stand of green,
Of pine tree branches so serene.

 

The sedum stems hold flow’rs quite brown,
So proud in winter with white crown,
As snows on twigs of lilac falls,
Fair catching little cotton balls.

 

Oh, fleecy, feathered, fingered streams,
Fill up my nights with endless dreams,
Of winters captured by the fire,
And, wrapped within my love’s desire.

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
December 31, 2012

Sweet Peace Upon this Stillest Night

Sweet Peace Upon this Stillest Night


Sweet peace upon this stillest night,
A soft clear breeze in pale moonlight,
A brand new year for you and me,
Let’s spend this one in reverie.

Come take my hand; oh, let us go,
And, share what paradise we know,
Crescendo, forte, raise your voice,
Articulate, yes, smile, Rejoice!

This is our time; let’s dance and sing,
The tears we’ve shed our offering,
For loved ones now, and in the past,
They’d wish for us no shadows cast.

Oh, see the dawn’s horizon rise,
A bright young day; a new surprise,
And, in each bud a flower will bring,
The chorus of our brightest spring,


Peter Lowell Paulson
December 29, 2012

Trundle

Tundle

Trundle, trundle, trundle bed,
I need some place to rest my head,
I have this cold, an awful bug,
I’d even lie on a bear rug.

My wife is sick; with crackle cough,
I sneeze and sneeze, my head flies off,
We love to snuggle close and kiss,
I think this is one night we’ll miss.

I don’t want hers; she doesn’t mine,
Across the living room; a line,
A chasm, gorge so steep with rocks,
This man of steel, it sneers; it mocks.

Then, so tonight, I’ll bid adieu,
I’m back to simply courting you,
A prayer for health; a flowered vase,
Next morn I’ll see your loving face.

Peter Lowell Paulson
December 28, 2012

Each Christmas is a Wondrous Thing

Each Christmas is a Wondrous Thing

Each Christmas is a wondrous thing,
To see the children dance and sing,
If rich or poor each parent tries,
To grasp for wonder in their eyes.

I knew a man of low estate,
A new beginning grasped his fate,
His wife and children were his mirth,
Though poor he always knew his worth.

Each child would know that Santa brings,
To school mate friends fine offerings,
The toys of late designer make,
To them some fruits, candies and cake.

The youngest energetic child,
By own admission; he was wild,
And, looking back he’d say, “A brat”,
“I should do this, but I’d do that”.

This Christmas morn to his surprise,
No gift was laid before his eyes,
The other siblings cried as he,
They shared with him most lovingly.

He ran to mother’s swift embrace,
Great tears would stream upon her face,
Those gifts from brother’s; sister’s piles,
Brought family laughter and the smiles.

“Next year will be a better one,”
“We know that you’re a lovely son”,
At seven years a lesson learned,
“I don’t deserve what I’ve not earned.”

I’ve learned that life’s not often fair,
At times I’m selfish, and don’t share,
A second chance forgiveness bring,
Each Christmas such a wondrous thing!


Peter Lowell Paulson
December 27, 2012

Christmas Star

Its Christmas time may Heav’n descend,
So light may shine and darkness end,
Too soon for myrrh and frankincense,
The loss of life and innocence.

The Christ child comes and we prepare,
Yet, family and friends despair,
Why falling tinsel; reddened bow,
Would cause such anguished tears to flow.

A death that is untimely come,
If not to us; it is to some,
Yes, end of life for all is sure,
The evil one, but why the pure?

Our reason for the Christmas day,
A Christ for us to show the way,
The resurrection, not the birth,
Not earthly life; eternal worth!

While we are here protect each one,
From dawn’s pure light to setting sun,
And, hold your loved ones near and far,
 In awe of one bright Christmas star!


Peter Lowell Paulson
December 19, 2012

Once Again

Once Again

 Why is there never “happy” in goodbyes,

The heart just tears in two; although it tries-
To set a strong resolve upon the face,
When you must give that final love’s embrace.

Yet, you’ve received a gift within your heart,

Don’t tarry long on moments when you part,
Each laugh and smile you’ve known will make you grin.
Until you see your loved one once again.

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 9, 2012

By Your Side

By Your Side

New baby boy, just close your eyes,
I’ll sing you soft, sweet lullabies,
Your papa’s here and he will be,
Like me with you eternally.

You’re ours forever; here we go!
With little smiles, and eyes that glow,
But, soon you’ll hold your head upright,
And try to crawl right out of sight.

Yet, we’ll be here both night and day,
To hold you close, and watch you play,
These days we grasp for they will fly,
In time they all seem to whisk by.

“So baby, baby, look at me”,
“This is your Mama, can you see?”
“That through each rise or ebbing tide,”
“I’ll be forever by your side!”

Peter Lowell Paulson
December 6, 2012

Oh Mark This Time – Sonnet XXI

Oh Mark This Time – Sonnet XXI


Oh mark this time, please mark this time,
This nation, and this planet here,
We want a life so sweet; sublime,
To kiss each day as oh, so dear,
This is our goal, and fondest bent,
To use the gold from others’ work,
And, worry not on how it’s spent,
All labor in our own we shirk,
Come on! Pick up a broom and sweep!
Machines are broke; then have some pride,
To move yourself; no, don’t you weep,
When you’re alone you’re on your side,
With energy you see the sun,
And, now you can protect each one!


Peter Lowell Paulson
December 3, 2012