Is binge-watching bad For the heart and the soul Tempering emotion Squashing self-control We no longer wait From week to week For answers to questions We so desperately seek Instead, we binge-watch From beginning to end An entire season In one weekend
Empty gift boxes Wrapping paper balls Stale crumbly cookies Pine needles fall Smashed ornaments Candles burnt out Adults bicker Children pout Piles of dirty dishes Half-eaten yule log Yellow snow Thanks to the dog Holiday hangover Spiked eggnog
Snowing Sleeting Slipping Sneezing Shoveling Sloppy Slush Shouting Swearing Saying Sorry Snow Simply Sucks
Fog crept in ‘til the valley was flooded With eerie silence Desolate, cold-blooded Kernels were plucked From decorative corn Swallowed by ravens With feathers worn Perched upon scarecrows Stuffed with straw Silent witnesses As the wolves gnaw On a bone that sticks up From damp, cold dirt Wearing the remnants Of a red plaid shirt… Read More Farmer John
Wouldn’t it be nice If life were made of Septembers and Fridays: Perfect weather and Untamed imagination, A topiary giraffe, And unending vacation? Maybe mix in Holidays and weekends And the good stuff they bring: Frosted Christmas cookies, Sleeping in, Acoustic songs Strummed from guitar strings. And there would be no Februarys and Mondays:… Read More Septembers and Fridays
Snow days remind us That dreams can come true We wished for no school And the winter winds blew ~ We woke up to find A blanket of white And heard the magic words “No school,” at daylight ~ The day would be special Free from books, schedules, and rules While sledding, skating and laughing… Read More Snow Days
Is there someone watching Out in the woods My shivers say yes So, I pull up my hood ~ The comfort lasts but a moment When I hear a strange sound It started over there Now it circles all around ~ Creaking and crackling Not just under my feet A whisper in my ear Makes… Read More Eerily
It’s that little thing that tells you You really shouldn’t be doing that If the forecast calls for rain It’s what tells you to take a hat ~ If the waters start rising It’s what tells you to steer clear When you’re on a winning team It’s what tells you to stand and cheer ~… Read More Common Sense
Creepy Pete Is a pest among the pests If he wins a prize Creepy Pete wins peskiest ~ He’s always showing up In the middle of bugs’ business Hanging around too long His presence is suspicious ~ Is he merely lonely Simply looking for some friends Or is he there to eavesdrop As ladybugs discuss… Read More Creepy Pete
His name is Chester Chickadee And he’d love to be your friend Talking a mile, a minute His stories seem to never end ~ He likes to brag to who he can And is never all that picky If Ms. Fancy isn’t home He’ll follow the stench to Mr. Stinky ~ Next, he’ll talk… Read More Chester Chickadee
