The Snowflake Chronicles

December 2014 Blog Poems

1
Happy Tuesday

It is a happy Tuesday
waiting for the postman to come
looking forward to reading
the mail.

It is a happy Tuesday
reviewing on writing.com
and considering the next chapter
of Mark of the Blue Wolf.

It is a happy Tuesday
saying prayers,
intoning the revealed word,
meditating on the beauty
of a cloudy day.

It is a happy Tuesday
looking forward
to taking out the trash
and then checking
my mail box
to see if I received anything
besides bills I need to pay.

2
An Evening Rain: A Poem

Sunrise Avenue
glistens under the street lights
an autumn rain shower.

Chilly dark evening
with clouds and a gentle rain
Las Vegas tonight.

3
Midweek Reflections: A Poem

On Wednesday
the week is half gone
and there are only two days
until the weekend.

On Wednesday
look at the accomplishments
of Sunday,
of Monday,
of T uesday
before planning the rest of the week.

On Wednesday
do something out of the ordinary,
do something to increase your energy
for that down hill slide
that takes you
past Thursday,
past Friday,
past Saturday
and into a new week.

It is Wednesday
and time for
Midweek Reflect ions.

4
On the First Friday of December 2014

On the first Friday of December 2014
clouds cover the late autumn sky
chilling the air
and arousing longings
for spring.

On the first Friday of December 2014
I contemplate the coming week
and look forward
to meeting a new optometrist
on Wednesday.

On the first Friday of December 2014
I listen
to my neighbor's music
and smile
because it helps brighten
my melancholy
December mood.

5
On the First Sunday in December 2014

On the first Sunday of December 2014
another day draws to an end
as the sunset
behind the western mountains
and a long autumn night begins.

On the first Sunday of December 2014
stress was tide
flowing across my mind
rising and falling
as the day progressed
and action
ebbed and flowed.

On the first Sunday of December 2014
I intone a prayer
and move forward
as best I can
knowing that tomorrow
brings more worry
and relief from worry
as the day progresses.

On the first Sunday of December 2014
I take a deep breath
and place everything
in God's hands.

6
Tuesday Poem

Another Tuesday
invigorating morning
listening to birds.

Another Tuesday
afternoon at the doctor
prescription refilled.

Another Tuesday
purchased some whole bean coffee
a special December treat.

7
I am thankful for
cloudy skies in December
and cold autumn rain.

I am grateful for
a rooster's call at first light
the birds are singing.

8
Twenty Day and Counting

Twenty days remain in 2014,
only twenty days to achieve the goals
I set on January 1, 2014.

Twenty days to review
my writing successes and failures;
to set new goals for 2015.

Twenty days to decide
new goals for a New Year
or keep the goals
that I did not achieve
in 2014.

Twenty days and counting
down to a New Year,
a new normal,
or a new me.

Twenty long days,
twenty short days,
to decide
where I go from here.

9
Saturday afternoon: A Poem

Saturday afternoon
and the living is not easy
there is a chill in the air.

Saturday afternoon
the sunsets early in late autumn
temperatures drop,
I check the blankets
wondering if they will be
warm enough to keep out
night's chill.

Saturday afternoon
I have enough soup left
to eat on Sunday;
I need to go to the store
on Monday.

10
Sunday Supplication: December 14, 2014

I give thanks
for all the blessing
I have received.

I give thanks
for the beauty of this day
and the cloudless sky.

I give thanks
for the warm hoodie
I wear when I leave the house.

I give thanks
for the shelf of music CDs
and for the CD player
I just purchased.

I give thanks
for the tests that
I encounter everyday.

For everything
I give thanks.

11
Writing on a Chilly Autumn Evening: A poem

A chilly evening
the cold penetrates my bones
shivers up my spine.

Desert temperatures
descend into mid forties
as night progresses.

12
Shorter Days and Longer Nights

Shorter days fly by
Longer night tiptoe to dawn
The temperature drops

Night driving stressful
But sometimes I enjoy it
I worry too much

Sunset a new day
The weariness moves on
The pain melts away

13
Is it the season or my age?

I feel rushed
pushed to the limits
of my daily schedule.

14

This is the saddest time of the year,
With everyone wishing Christmas cheer,
By cussing you out because you took
The last parking place in the mall parking lot.

winter wind blowing
scattering sadness and cold
I'm looking forward to spring

15

I sat in the truck
and dozed in the truck's warm cab
instead of writing.

Look at the New Year
with joy, faith, and gratitude
place my trust in God.

16

Faith
the evidence of things unseen
and the ability to move forward
through a dense fog while staying
on our chosen path.

17
Monday Meditation: A Poem

Reading a poem
does not drive away winter's chill,
but it warms the cold nights of the soul.

Writing a poem
does not comfort the body,
but it describes the bone chilling
loneliness of the soul.