Springtime Snow – Sonnet XXVIIII
Oh, sixty years ago I was just born,
A child like you; together we all know,
In early spring the heaps of drifted snow,
All captured in our homes, and so forlorn,
Break out the buckled boots and mittens worn,
So we might go outside to build and grow-
Our Frosty men and whitened forts just so,
Yes, make our mark upon this wintry morn,
Our children now have children of their own,
And, daily build their fam’lies springtime fair,
Fond wondrous mem’ries in their minds are sown,
One day the mirror reflects, and they will stare,
We see in March on snow our grandchild climb,
Their mountain forged in mem’ry for all time.
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 27, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
You – Part II
You – Part II
Blue shorts; tan legs,
Oh, those tan legs from here to there,
Age appropriate,
Your tanned legs from blue short edge,
To bared heels,
And, your matching flippers with toes,
Exposed,
You walk,
Now flippers slapping on your heels excite,
The beast in me,
Subdued by social graces,
Born of my mother, and grandmother,
(And acknowledged by, yet emboldened by my male mentors) .
I pursue to say, “Hi.”
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 20, 2013
Blue shorts; tan legs,
Oh, those tan legs from here to there,
Age appropriate,
Your tanned legs from blue short edge,
To bared heels,
And, your matching flippers with toes,
Exposed,
You walk,
Now flippers slapping on your heels excite,
The beast in me,
Subdued by social graces,
Born of my mother, and grandmother,
(And acknowledged by, yet emboldened by my male mentors) .
I pursue to say, “Hi.”
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 20, 2013
You – Part I
Men are visual by nature,
I think women are, too,
But, for a different reasons,
Men protect their space,
And, their surroundings,
Anyone in their care; by nature,
Are protected, too,
Women come into view,
Within that space,
Are reviewed,
No threat; and yet,
Potential mate?
Too old; too young? –
Protection mode again,
Visualize,
Analyze,
Protect!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 20, 2013
Men are visual by nature,
I think women are, too,
But, for a different reasons,
Men protect their space,
And, their surroundings,
Anyone in their care; by nature,
Are protected, too,
Women come into view,
Within that space,
Are reviewed,
No threat; and yet,
Potential mate?
Too old; too young? –
Protection mode again,
Visualize,
Analyze,
Protect!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 20, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Spring
Spring
Sun streams warm and icy air,
Every sticky bush quite bare,
As Spring its wish and will plays out,
The daffodil begins to sprout.
Each bird begins to test each thing,
Some twigs; a shred of paper; string,
In beak aloft in lonely tree,
To craft a nest for family!
As gush of winter wind still gales,
The wind chimes on each porch now wails,
Oh Spring! Oh Spring, please raise your voice,
For your creation we rejoice!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 19, 2013
Sun streams warm and icy air,
Every sticky bush quite bare,
As Spring its wish and will plays out,
The daffodil begins to sprout.
Each bird begins to test each thing,
Some twigs; a shred of paper; string,
In beak aloft in lonely tree,
To craft a nest for family!
As gush of winter wind still gales,
The wind chimes on each porch now wails,
Oh Spring! Oh Spring, please raise your voice,
For your creation we rejoice!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 19, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Why
Why
Why the robins on its wings?
Why some children’s sufferings?
Why must we on earth face fear?
Why majestic beauty here?
We in science find the how,
We delve into each problem now,
With fertile fields of knowledge plow,
As gods we serve; to you endow.
Yet, we the gods cannot explain,
Why you must suffer; be in pain,
We shun an outside source; distain-
For we are gods on common plane.
An open mind must now suppose,
With knowledge and sincere repose,
Oh Yes, for them and these and those,
A Savior for all people rose!
Is this an answer to enthrall?
For He so feared His final fall,
“Your will; not mine”; a lonely call,
To God the Father of us all?
When you alone in lowly state,
No friends; no fami’y; this you hate,
Just call on Jesus, He will sate,
And, ease you through this final gate.
His Love assures both you and I,
Beyond this science; now the “Why?’
Is answered, and it will defy,
All earthly knowledge by-and-by!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 13, 2013
Why the robins on its wings?
Why some children’s sufferings?
Why must we on earth face fear?
Why majestic beauty here?
We in science find the how,
We delve into each problem now,
With fertile fields of knowledge plow,
As gods we serve; to you endow.
Yet, we the gods cannot explain,
Why you must suffer; be in pain,
We shun an outside source; distain-
For we are gods on common plane.
An open mind must now suppose,
With knowledge and sincere repose,
Oh Yes, for them and these and those,
A Savior for all people rose!
Is this an answer to enthrall?
For He so feared His final fall,
“Your will; not mine”; a lonely call,
To God the Father of us all?
When you alone in lowly state,
No friends; no fami’y; this you hate,
Just call on Jesus, He will sate,
And, ease you through this final gate.
His Love assures both you and I,
Beyond this science; now the “Why?’
Is answered, and it will defy,
All earthly knowledge by-and-by!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 13, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Babies and Toddlers
Babies and Toddlers
Babies; toddlers everywhere,
Newborn smiles, and eyes that stare,
Little fingers; little toes,
And, love has blossomed; Heaven knows.
Silk the skin, and dimpled cheek,
Peek-a –boo; now Boo-a-peek,
A horse, a colt; A cow, a calf,
These simple games and infants laugh.
Now where do little giggles grow?
From straws in milk as bubbles blow,
Or any “Blub-blub” funny sound,
Will make the infant laugh resound.
Yet, quiet time it is the best,
Our little ones will take their rest,
As Mister Sandman makes his calls,
The head upon soft pillow falls.
Each dream, I know they dream as we,
Some struggles, and some reverie,
And, with one hope when wake they face,
Someone they love who gives them grace!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 12, 2013
Babies; toddlers everywhere,
Newborn smiles, and eyes that stare,
Little fingers; little toes,
And, love has blossomed; Heaven knows.
Silk the skin, and dimpled cheek,
Peek-a –boo; now Boo-a-peek,
A horse, a colt; A cow, a calf,
These simple games and infants laugh.
Now where do little giggles grow?
From straws in milk as bubbles blow,
Or any “Blub-blub” funny sound,
Will make the infant laugh resound.
Yet, quiet time it is the best,
Our little ones will take their rest,
As Mister Sandman makes his calls,
The head upon soft pillow falls.
Each dream, I know they dream as we,
Some struggles, and some reverie,
And, with one hope when wake they face,
Someone they love who gives them grace!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 12, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Winter Wonderland
Winter Wonderland
Howling winds and captured snow,
Descending; falling far below,
To reach our earth, and fill our skies,
A whitened wonder for our eyes.
The bits of drift in barren field,
The stubbled corn stalk winter’s yield,
A shower from season’s Blunderbuss,
The blast of white on all of us!
We hear one gladdened voice in this,
“Take silence in your winter’s bliss!”’
An art museum will ne’er impart,
True nature’s farmland snowy art!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 6, 2013
PS. Come visit us! I was from the city. It’s better here!
Howling winds and captured snow,
Descending; falling far below,
To reach our earth, and fill our skies,
A whitened wonder for our eyes.
The bits of drift in barren field,
The stubbled corn stalk winter’s yield,
A shower from season’s Blunderbuss,
The blast of white on all of us!
We hear one gladdened voice in this,
“Take silence in your winter’s bliss!”’
An art museum will ne’er impart,
True nature’s farmland snowy art!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 6, 2013
PS. Come visit us! I was from the city. It’s better here!
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