Black Eye Peas
Black eye peas my ancestors would say.
Eat them for luck on New Years Day.
A spoonful, a bowl they did not care.
Leaving the table , you did not dare .
Black eye peas will sit there forever
As it waits, this new year’s endeavor .
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Tea Leaves
Tea leaves
Float aimlessly
Stirring moments
Of newness
New day
New year
New hopes
New beginnings
Some people read tea leaves
— I just drink them .
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The Eve
The Eve
The eve of New Year has arrived
The fog rolls in covering the lamppost
The dismal air filled with a chill of a pending storm.
Maybe this is it, maybe the fog will usher the new year.
Maybe the white snow trailing behind it will bed the past.
The squirrels will scamper into the nested trees
The only sound when we venture out will be our footsteps,
The screams of the last murder of crows left behind with hope.
The hope to find the last field just turned from farmer’s plow.
Crunching the frozen ground laid by winter’s arrival,
We are brought into the silence of ourselves
Maybe then, we will think to pray.
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Old Clock
I walked into an antique shop
The richness of the past
Permeated through the air
Reflected in the glass
It was somber yet reflective
The wood floor creaked with announcement
As my feet shuffled in and around
I peeked at Santas and student lamps
Made of green shades beveled
In umbrella shapes to direct the flame
Antique brass writer’s quill
Stood alone without its calligraphy pen
Two retiring gentlemen were owners
One was a retired circuit judge.
He loved his clocks, and he loved working on them.
Asking him the price of the small clock with a grandfather’s tone
He told me, and said he was waiting for it to time out.
I smiled and said, ” I have time, I could wait too.”
Magical Gingerbread House
A ginger bread house
Of warmth and love
Put together in tenderness
A sweetness of charm
A glowing touch
A sharing of familiarness
The walls are strong
And stuck with glue-
Like snow glistening
The roof and the snow
Are cotton candy sweet.
the walk a chocolate tantalizing.
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Father Time
Father Time returns
Another year older
His beard whiter
The weather much colder .
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The Beginning
The full moon lunars
Into morning
Matthew’s lineage
Takes us into the stable
As the Dawn of love
Breaks a silence
Of despair …
The universe conspires
sounding into a holy night .
A baby cries…
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