A bone-weary hollow stomp

with gunmetal lips

tasting of merlot

were prelude

to an apoplectic attack,

a systemic shock when she left

unannounced in the middle

of the night leaving his wallet empty.

Dawn peeks over rippling navy lake

where gaggles of geese honk

flying in zaging vee form



I can hear chirps of robins 'n

blue jays outside my bedroom

window visualizing their winged flight



deer are already hiding invisibly,

while skittering squirrels, bushy tailed,

pack their jaws with acorns



brisk winds whoosh coaxing leafless

trees to branch dance, shimmy 'n shake

while meadow grasses do the limbo

Joyful angels around the Infant King

Ode to God's only Son in chorus sing

Yonder He lies; one day peace He will bring



To a weary world filled with scattered sheep

On journeys from valleys to mountains steep



Teetering with clumsy foot on their way

Hovering for safety, sadly they bray

Each one meanders being devil's  prey



We can rejoice, the Son of God appears

Ordained by God, we can't believe our ears

Resounding exultation amid cheers

Loudly praising, joy can't hold back the tears

Declaring the Babe's music of the spheres.