My Day Off

My Day Off

Oh, what to do to day,

My work has all been done,

The rain won’t go away,

I think I’ll have some fun.

My mind is in a cloud,

Shall I do this or that,

My feline yells out loud,

“Come on, and feed your cat!”

I tell him let me be,

I want to write some more,

He gets upset with me,

And, vomits on the floor.

So, pardon me a wink,

My life to him I give,

In labor; all I think,

How long do felines live?

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 9, 2019

The Redbud Tree

The Redbud Tree

The redbud tree on country lane,

Not red at all,

A pinker hue so rich with soul,

The harbinger of springtime calls,

Before the larger forest trees,

Begin to strain with bits of green,

A lime before its emerald hold,

And, larger leaf as yet unfurled,

The redbud tree on winding road,

It takes the wander’ng eye within,

And, up and down its blackened limb,

With no restraint,

It calls, it calls, it calls, it calls,

With joyous song; a brighter day,

A new beginning round each bend,

With unrelenting thrill twill bring,

Unmasking all our beauteous spring!

Peter Lowell Paulson

April 28, 2019

A Cold or Not?

A Cold or Not?

You know you’ve got it; yes, you do,

That doggone virus; bit of flu,

A subtle one, it makes me mad,

You know quite soon it will be bad.

Just maybe, yet, it’s in your mind,

A reason for this cough you’ll find,

A sneeze or two; you know not why,

Perhaps the cat was walking by,

Should change the furnace filter now,

A tricky job, but you know how,

The hardware store has filters there,

Decrease the dust that’s in the air.

You’re wife just had a simple cold,

You slept by her; a move so bold,

How did you think that you’d escape,

The covers o’er your face you’d drape.

You feel okay, you’ll be alright,

If I can make it through the night,

With trepidation I just froze,

I felt a drop up in my nose!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 16, 2019

Christ Alone

Christ Alone

Christ alone,

How could they not know,

Perhaps they misunderstood,

Perhaps they wanted something else,

Perhaps,

It’s all there,

For those who have eyes to see,

For those who have ears to hear,

Not for a few,

Not just many,

But, for everyone,

Everyone,

Everyone!

It’s done,

Not, yet undone,

And, yet the words get twisted,

Not lost,

Just twisted,

Open my eyes that I may see,

Open my ears that I may hear,

You,

You,

More of you,

Less of me,

I must decrease for you to increase,

Until inside,

There is none, but you,

Until inside,

There is none,

Until inside,

There is,

Christ alone!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 2, 2019