Beautiful Morn

Beautiful Morn

Sun sifts sparsely through the trees,

Bright and brisk the autumn breeze,

Lifts her skirted leaves to show,

Tops and bottoms, dancing so.

Grass still growing dewy light,

Glassy beads on each blade bright,

Darkest hue of evergreen,

It lifts my soul, this autumn scene.

Raise my eyes to skies so blue,

Rare to see a cloud or two,

As the birds soar, flying by,

This moment filled with silent sigh!

In awesome wonder here I stand,

Designed by You, creation grand,

I lift my voice, to God I praise,

All thankfulness to You I raise!

Peter Lowell Paulson

October 9, 2019

Bug

Bug

If something has a thorax and an abdomen, a head,

It’s shiny black, it has six legs and crawls into our bed,

And, as it moves up to my wife I doubt it wants a hug,

The phrase I’ll use, as I escape, is, “Watch out for that 'bug'”!

Aroused, she wakes, the definition coming to her mind,

Is probably not a little “mic” that’s difficult to find,

The kind of thing for listening by international spies,

For all they’d hear is snoring through the night until I rise.

The only other “bug” I know is “bugging” which annoys,

When siblings taunt and want to take away the other’s toys,

So, this one makes no sense at all, this thought she would reject,

In all of this, she must decide, with seconds to reflect.

And, now I wake up from my dream there was no “bug” at all,

Yet, every definition in my dream I did recall,

It’s crazy how the mind, it works, in such a funny way,

Until I figure out this dream 'twill “bug” me some today!

September 9, 2019

Peter Lowell Paulson

August Morn

August Morn

August morn so dark as night,

Birds and crickets chirping still,

And, midsummer’s morning bright,

Gone as Fall asserts her will.

Perfect weather dons the day,

Longer sleeves and jackets worn,

Stronger winds make tree tops sway,

Autumn colors not yet borne.

Fore the children see the bus,

Lights within the houses burn,

Hearing parents start the fuss,

Ready household their concern.

Oh, the change of seasons’ view,

Grasses greening far and near,

Mums and asters strut anew,

How I love this time of year!

Peter Lowell Paulson

August 26, 2019

Wonderful Wondrous Wonder

 

Wonderful Wondrous Wonder

Wonderful, wondrous, wonder,

I wonder where you wandered from,

Wonderful, wondrous, wonder,

With whimsy and wishes you come.

Wonderful, wondrous, wonder,

So willful and wanton you will,

Wonderful, wondrous, wonder,

Wend wakened to me and be still.   

Peter Lowell Paulson

August 13, 2019

Waves in the Mirrored Lake

Waves in the Mirrored Lake

The glassy lake

All mirrored in brilliant light,

It’s calm surface an illusion,

As sun sets behind the hills,

Shadows descend,

As waves, once hidden,

Emerge,

Like magic,

Slow and swollen,

Crest and col,

Rolling silently,

Relentlessly,

And, laughing,

As I smile,

Broadly,

At the wonder revealed,

Before my eyes!

Peter Lowell Paulson