WinterIsHere

And one morning

When I was

Ten I opened

The curtains of

My shared bedroom

Wiped the window

Free of frost

And saw Wonderland

My world was

Covered in snow

Like a cake

Blanketed in buttercream

Frosting the pine

Tree boughs heavy

With millions of

Sparkling whipped cream

Diamonds my brothers

And I dashed

Donned in jammies

And robes out

The door skidding

And sliding laughing

Gleefully forming snowballs

Like fluffy balls

Of yarn tossing

Them at each

Other on this

First snow day

As mother greeted

Us with hot

Cocoa and marshmallows

Winter is here

Finally in Wisconsin

ThatSameLove

Love indeed is

Magical it can

Be seen felt

Or even tasted

It can be

Heard and said

Though itself is

Invisible what miracle

Such a thing

Is to be

Everywhere and

Nowhere at the

Exact same time

It’s always something

And never nothing

It’s always given

Often received frequently

Forgiven never forgotten

It’s sometimes laughing

Too often crying

You my dearest

Are that same

Love to me

ThisThingCalledLove

My dear boy

In the grand

Scheme of things

Little things matter

Most

A gaze a

Wink a smile

A glimmer of

Something or someone

All the invisible

Things that once

Said or seen

Missed or misread

Go away poof

But the only

Thing that remains

Is what spawned

Them all this

Thing called love

ChristmasTree (to Muenster❤️)

And ‘Ti’s the

Season when there

Stands in the

Corner or window

A memory thing

Decorated with lights

And balls sometimes

Popcorn and cranberries

Or candles candy

And kitsch it

Sits quietly absent

Of fanfare given

To royalty surrounded

By baubles trinkets

Toys all surprising

I simply stare

Watching the lights

Dance and bounce

Me surrounded by

Loved ones both

Past and present

This the long

Awaited time of

The Christmas tree

RoundVsSquare

Oh how I

Wish that we

All were more

Like snowflakes and

Leaves and flowers

Admired for their

Uniqueness and the

Joy that brings

But instead we’re

Human constantly forcing

Our round selves

Into square holes

If the world

Celebrated its roundness

Then it wouldn’t

Need square holes

Who made square

Holes anyway I’ll

Tell you a

Bunch of squares