Notes VII

 Tree Silence

Barren branches

Cheerful no more;

Their colors fallen

To the forest floor.

Altered Christmas Carol

Have yourself a lonely little Christmas

Your cooking part will be light

After all, your family will be out of sight.

Have yourself a lonely little Christmas

Make the yuletide gray

From now on our loved ones will be miles away

There we were, in the olden days

Happy golden days of yore

Will faithful friends who are dear to us

Gather near to us, anymore?

Someday soon we all will be together,

If the state allows

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough

And have yourself a lonely little Christmas

For now.

Cold Thoughts

It's hard to believe it was ever September,

Sitting apathetic in the frozen November,

Feet falling asleep in the frigid weather,

But glad to be here - glad to be together.

Noticed Change

Sun lights up the hill,

The American flag,

But doesn't quite reach

My crumpled book bag.

Two kids wear jackets,

Four wear sweaters,

None bare-armed,

Which is prob'ly better.

As Autumn fades,

Winter approaches:

A dark winter indeed

As the year closes.