21
December 2013
Winter
Days Summer Dreams
Chilly feet and freezing breath,
Wood in the fireplace
And lots of warm sweaters,
These are signs of winter.
Snow falls and water freezes,
Christmas lights fill streets and shops,
Children sledding and husbands shoveling,
Surely winter is here.
The cold nips my ears and nose,
I bundle up so tight
And dream warm dreams
Of ocean breezes and sandy beaches.
My thoughts fill with summer
As my world is stuck in winter.
One more season to go
And summer will be at my door.
Oh how I can dream
And dream I will do
Until my thoughts are happy
And winter is over.
22 December 2013
The Girl
She sat at her window and looked out at the falling snow. The sight
was beautiful as the heater roared and the fireplace crackled. As
each flake fell she imagined it being a different thing. One group
was football players wrestling a ball, she saw a cat playing with a
tinsel toy and even ballerinas having the performance of their lives.
The cat and its tinsel rolled between football players. The
ballerinas leaped between catches. The football players mingled with
crowd. A snowy spectacle became an adventure. The football got
thrown, a ballerina tipped it with her foot, the cat spun it to a
score. Harmony in falling flakes.
“What are you doing my dear?” asked the mother to the girl.
“Oh nothing mommy, just watching the snow tell a tale only I can
understand,” She replied as she began to imagine giants and toads
and princes and giraffes all join in on the ballet football game of
the falling snow.
23
December 2013
Words
Tools designed for minds.
Kind ones play notes in our ears,
Mean ones slice through us like ice.
Romantic words cast love,
Like little doves around our hearts.
Spirals of sentences surge through our brains
And spill out our mouths.
Mostly these words are meaningless,
Occasionally they are ruthless,
Often they can be thoughtful.
Our song is our power,
Our words are our sword.
We must use them well
For they are all we leave behind that is remembered.
24
December 2013
The
Mouse and Sage
It
was definitely the night before Christmas and all through the house
not a creature was stirring except for the mouse and Sage. As her
humans slept, Sage sat atop the stairs waiting for breakfast in the
morning. It was the only time she was fed but she maybe could agree
she had more spunk because of it. As she sat and waited she saw a
flash of a shadow race across the room.
A
toy maybe? Probably nothing but Sage was bored and she had better
investigate before she fell asleep and dreamed of chicken flavored
medallions. So down the steps she trotted to find this quick shadow.
From one corner to the next, Sage found that this shadow was no toy,
rather it was a mouse. Her humans would not be happy about there
being a mouse and she delighted in hunting little beasts.
Her
strong purr frightened the mouse yet it continued to race through the
front room. Inch by inch she closed in on the mouse. What a fun toy
it would be and what a tasty cheat of a treat it would be. The mouse
was more cautious now as Sage grew closer. It ran faster, stayed
still like a statue on occasion but Sage had time to plot an attack.
She
waited, her giant green eyes trained on the mouse's every movement.
Each flick of her tail was a dash of the mouse. She sat on her chubby
belly and licked her lips. The moment was coming, the mouse was
running past the box, Sage had finally positioned herself near the
corner. Swoosh! Bam! One
fine swipe of her paw and the mouse was gone. Sage pranced away with
her prize in her teeth. She would play for a while then devour her
treat. And to think, she didn't even have to put on a great chase.
25
December 2013
What
Is Color?
It was Christmas and the children played with their gifts. Amy had
gotten a slew of gifts but her favorite was the stain glass ornament
her grandmother had made. It sparkled so brightly in the bright
winter sun and cast color all around the room. She was so excited to
share her gift and ran to tell her cousin Kolby.
Kolby was born blind. He had never seen anything in his life. Amy
knew this and Kolby was her favorite cousin because of this. She told
him what the word looked like and he loved her silly descriptions.
With a great leap, Amy jumped on Kolby and welcomed him to her house
for Christmas.
“Look Kolby! Grammy made me a pretty stain glass ornament! It is
so pretty and shines all the colors of the rainbow all around the
house when I hold it up to the window,” Amy was so excited about
her new gift she forgot Kolby could not see it and frankly had no
clue what a rainbow was.
“Amy, what is color?” asked Kolby to his suddenly dumbstruck
cousin.
“Well...” Amy had to think. What was color? She can't just say
blue or purple. She can't tell him it is what makes black and white
more interesting. Finally she came up with an answer, “color is
what my eyes make to fill in the space of things around us. It makes
the warmth of the sun warmer. It makes the chill of the ice colder.
It is passion and pain. Color is love and royalty. Color is how my
brain makes sense of the world. You see cousin, color is for those of
us with eye sight but you have mind sight. When you feel that soft
sweater, I see the striking color it brings out in Aunt Lilian's
eyes. When you smell the flowers in my mommy's vase I see the flush
that fills your cheeks. Color is everything and yet nothing at all
because those of us who see, see it differently. Color is what we
make it.”
“That was beautiful cousin. I may not understand what color is but
I understand your joy and spirit in enjoying that vision. Your warmth
and brilliance fill my mind with what I 'see' as color,” replied
Kolby. He was thrilled to share a misunderstanding with his dear
cousin. They played all day. Amy described every gift she received
and Kolby imagined what each one was. He even thought that maybe he
could think of the colors.
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