Sunday, 17 December 2017

Isabella - in the Wings!

Already Thomas made his wish
By asking for a little Sis*
Mum, Dad and Granny know the score
In no time now they will be four!

She lies there, hidden from our view
What she looks like, we've no clue
A tiny creature in the making
Soon the waters will be breaking...

The miracle of every day
Taken for granted as some say
Is a marvel we can't comprehend
But nine months' waiting soon will end.

Anticipation is the key
The room prepared, where she'll soon be
A babe at Christmas surely means
Tangible magic born of dreams.

* see also: http://poetinthewoods.blogspot.be/2017/08/intuitive-thomas.html



Friday, 15 December 2017

An Alternative Christmas

The talk is all of Christmas food
Indulgence in a festive mood
Meals with family members planned
Catch-up moments, all feuds banned.

Descent of Rellies from afar
Who bore you stiff and raid the bar
Bearing gifts without much thought
No wonder many are distraught...

This hype infests our very soul
Such stress is costly, takes its toll
On those days when we don't toil
Such tensions bring us to the boil!

This Christmas I am on my own
With family contact just by 'phone
Few gifts to buy, great books to read
So I can take things at my speed...

Forget long queues and frantic pace
A meal plus just one friendly face!
The poet smiles with inner glow
Time to chill out – way to go!



A Plethora of Seasonal Parties!

Despite the darkness, some bright sights
The Christmas party round delights
Smiling faces, warm mulled wine
Goodies on display – big time!

Indulgence is the way to go
To diet seems a shame, let's glow!
The year's been fraught, much on-line news
Seems to purvey sad, bad views.

There are moments - this is one, I feel
When meeting people seems so real
A chat with colleagues, friends, old flames
Equality for all – first names!

Office parties all this week
A time for fun – forget the bleak
«In the worst of times, the best of times»
(As Dickens said); hear doorbell chimes!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017


Tuesday, 12 December 2017

The Worst is Not Over!

Roadworks continue – in the snow
Slush and piles of bricks lie low
Scattered bin bags in huge drift
We're stranded, cold without a lift...

You'd think we'd not seen snow before!
We're caught out, helpless, on the raw.
STIB's buses vanish without trace
Sparse tracks dissect the frozen waste.

Beware all tunnels – they are closed
Delays add to commuter woes
Some trucks keel over on their side
But skiiers have an easy ride.

Dripping roofs today - with sleet
An annoying wind and chilly feet
But tread with care - the sun is low
Black ice threatens – take it slow!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017


Monday, 11 December 2017

Snowed In!

Snow crystals, snowflakes - thick snowstorm,
Snow shoes, snow ploughs, early dawn
Pristine roads, cars buried deep
We're blanketed while fast asleep.

Tall, febrile pine trees flecked with frost
A touch of Christmas – at no cost!
Red-tiled houses whited out
Winter's touch is all about!

These whirls and flurries patterns make
Like icing on a wedding cake
Trees outlined in Indian ink
A morphing puddle - an ice rink ...

Snow sprinkles last week turned to slush
A premonition warning us
Of the blizzard yet to come
A weekend wonderland for some.

Chaos on the rush hour roads
Weather website overloads
Dame Nature sleeps but is not dead
Look! Swooping birds fly overhead!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017




Saturday, 9 December 2017

What will Santa bring Thomas?

His playgroup sports a Christmas Tree
A festive touch that all can see
A gift in hand, perched on a chair
Thomas has a bemused stare.

With a «Ho! Ho!» hood upon his head
Too young to grow a beard, instead
It's commerce more than Faith that trends
Oz tackiness of Christmas spends!

But a greater gift is now in store
Not in a stable born on straw
But a baby sister on her way
Who might appear – on Christmas Day!

Though apple of his parents' eye
Thomas soon must needs stand by
I wonder how this guy will feel
When he sees the baby's crib for real?

(c) Poet in the woods 2017


Thursday, 7 December 2017

On a Dark Morning

Daylight stolen from our eyes
Muffled clouds and misty skies
Winter grasps us tight and squeezes
I put my nose out – and it freezes...

Despite the cold, some nights are clear
Stars above the trees seem near
The wind brings colour to our cheeks
The voice of Old Man Winter creaks...

The alarm clock rings, it is still dark
Nature sleeps but Man must start
His hectic routine; is it right
To energise when it is night?

The woodland creatures now lie low
They wisely hibernate in snow;
The outdoor chill cuts like a knife
But I set forth - for such is life!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017