Zero Degree Apple Tree

Zero Degree Apple Tree 

Winter tide,
  Our fireside tales have all been told,
The great log’s ashes
  Have long gone cold,
You, once so vibrant,
  Froze under a spell,
No sap runs now,
  For your annual wassail

As if a lamp lit cat,
  The moon climbs through your knot-finger branches,
So fridged,
  Even your shivering leaves have left you

The Sunrise – just a moment earlier
  Tomorrow,
Lamp moon, float off,
  With all old aeon’s sorrows   

Three Stooges on Camels

Three Stooges on Camels

  (aka My 2017 Christmas Card)



“Twinkle twinkle Christmas star,
  East or west, we travel far,
  Where ‘ere you go up in the sky,
  Could you please stay still,
  We’re on camels, not in cars!”

Larry: "Hey Moe, who’s that flying guy?”
Moe: “That’s an angel, Larry, in the sky,"
Curly: ”Do angels always look like girls?”
Moe: “Sush you dope, joy to the world!”

Angel: “I am the angel Gabriel, bringing tidings of joy,”
Moe: “Oh yeah? Who from?”
Angel “For a babe has been born in a manger, who is
 Christ the World,”
Curly: “Are you honest? Who’s the Father?”
Angel: “He lay just over there, under that star, oh come,
 let you adore him!”
Larry: "Oh no, we go to the pictures on Christmas!”
Angel: “Would you want this infant babe never to have
 known Santa Claus on Christmas?”
Curly: “Who sent you?”
Angel: “Your agent, and I just happen to have these three
 Santa Claus costumes,”
Moe: “Sir angel, for your blessings we are truly grateful,
 but when we book with goyim, we’re strictly cash!”
Angel :“Ok, Deal!”
All Three Stooges:“Deal!”

 

In the Mist of Snow

In the Mist of Snow

In the mist of snow,
  Gold sparks fly below the blade
Of no fantasy warrior,
  But hard steel on the flint of road,
A rumbling plow,
  Behemoth in the night, is gone

She is in bed,
  Wishing to skip the long dark night
By closing her eyes,
  Pulling blankets up over her head,
And saying, “I want to cocoon,”
  The restful sounds of sleep come soon

Cold steps outdoors, on the horizon
  Picket trees frame the low clouds glare,
Lit above lamps from the unseen city,
  Skyglow snow, its sushing grows, 
It hushes every sound I know,
  I am the black white noise of snow,
At peace,
  With neither mirth nor woe