You covered my hands with beauty
you lifted the hopes of my soul
while we walked down the altar
to pledge myself to my love's call
How nervous our steps were but
you covered my hands with beauty
concealed the trembling of my bones
that a radiant smile eyes would see
You witnessed new life being built
by two hearts vowing to be one
You covered my hands with beauty
and thus enhanced their offering
You are now but gossamer skin
in the folds of my gown. To me
No flower could be more precious-
You covered my hands with beauty.
P.S. The above flowers are not the flowers referred to here. They were tulips that we picked out from a grocery store the night before our wedding. I would have loved to have roses but by then the roses have completely sold out because of Valentine’s Day.
Outside my window there are the same roads
there are the same people walking their dogs
There's old Mr. Magazoo taking his morning walk
and stopping by our neighbor's for some small talk
There are the old houses with bolted doors
standing on our street like abandoned forts
lurking unnoticed by cars zipping by
faster than the speed of two minutes per mile
Our place is mostly quiet at this time of the year
when most everyone seems to disappear
inside thick coats, behind insulated walls
as chilly wind blows and heavy snow falls
Yet on Thursday nights the sidewalk sprouts
trash bins so full they are ready to burst
but for the old lady pulling a kiddie wagon
collecting redeemable plastic and soda cans.
Late in the mornings, the mailman comes
by our barking dog, he is announced
delivering store fliers, bills, and junk
and the occasional boxes from Amazon.
Oh! Spring just cannot come soon enough
to fill the ground with dandelions and buttercups
to make the air groan with the mower's roar
and return the blossoms back in their bower.
There will be the parade of mothers, their kids in tow
to the not-so-nearby playground, they will go
passing green-thumbed folks tending their gardens
to plant some petunia, geranium, and impatiens.
Before then, I wait – watching the melting snow
listening to the engines throbbing as they go
With any (ill) luck, some unusual thing occurs
such as screaming breaks and totaled cars.
Written for:DVerse Poetics - Suburb Poetry
impressed with the giver’s thought and good intent
Though routine would soon have its magic shorn
I will open the day like a present
waiting under the Tree on Christmas morn.
My day would have gone on in its ordinary course except that, some moments ago, we heard the squeal of car breaks working frantically and failing. At the end of a long squeal, we heard a crash. When we looked out into the road, we saw the back end of a car parked two houses away from us crumpled with its bumper guards on the ground. A few feet away, on the lawn of the house on the opposite side of the road, the offending car sat, its back totaled, and its front pushing the street sign at an angle. Right now, four police cars and a fire truck block the road. At least, no one seemed to have been hurt.
A bowl of daffodils by the window Looking at the grey skies and falling snow convey my prayers for a cheerful day To frighten those sad winter ghosts away That my heart may sing hymns and praises Of the wonders that each season delivers.
Another winter storm just blew over. Today, we have sunny skies magnifying the whiteness of the ground. The ground, long deprived of snow, has now plenty of it. I guess, the rivers will be overflowing come spring time. And that is good.