A Day

I spring up blithely in the morning light,

refreshed and replenished by the sleep of the night.

I work away steadily throught the bright day’s deeds,

grateful for the blessings that fill that day’s needs.

Evening finds me weary, in body and mind

and I’m happy to know my pillow waits me:

Comfy and kind.

Old Year, New Year.

Old Year, New Year.

So it’s time for you to leave Twenty Nineteen,

You’ve used up your days and we have seen

All the things you insisted we share,

As you gave them blithely, without a care.

So we took them and used them as best we could,

All mixed together, the bad and the good;

Till they created our months and made it a year

Filled with happy laughter or silent tear.

Now we’re all hoping for peace, health and plenty

Throughout the world, from you, Twenty Twenty

This Moment

This moment in time,

will never come again.

Perhaps it’s bringing sunshine

or maybe even rain.

But this moment is yours

Just for you to use

in whatever way you wish;

that’s for you to choose.

And whether its bringing sunshine

or showers of damping rain

this moment that you have

will not return again.

Ticking time

Minutes turn into hours,

Hours then into days,

Days become weeks

In a hurrying maze;

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Weeks are soon months

And before you can know

Months are whole years

And what’s there to show?

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Thus years become life:

Our own little span

Of time on this earth:

Let’s make it the best that we can!

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LOOK!  It’s not yet three o’clock!

The Unslayed Dragon

There is an angry dragon named FIRE,
who is desecrating our valley,
threatening our homes, causing disruption to our everyday living.

FIRE is undisciplined, recognising no boundaries,
having no concept of mercy,
selfishly intent on fuelling and refuelling its’ own anger
by the consumption of that within its’ path.

FIRE hisses and spits at the efforts of mortals who seek to control it,
as it sneeringly flings its’ burning embers past them,
in its’ determination to dominate.

FIRE breathes out blinding smoke and fills the air with cloying ash,
roaring out its’ defiance with searing heat
as it continues to satisfy its’ voracious appetite
in consuming our valley, our homes and our way of life.

FIRE is a dragon whose slaying we work for, long for, pray for, and wait for.

Anon-ee-muss

I’ve been talking to you
but it’s a tricky situation:
Since we’ve not been introduced
should we have a conversation?
You are so very beautiful
I think it rather shame
that thus far as I’ve talked with you
it’s been without your name.
I’ve discreetly asked some people
to tell me who you are;
their opinions seem to differ,
and range wide and far!
I think perhaps I need
to just invent a name,
because whatever you are called
you’ll still look just the same.
Miss Jaybee

Just a Thought

When we are young.
Life beckons to me, to you,
“Come now and follow,
There are wondrous things to see and do!”

When we are older
Death beckons as he calls our name,
We only need to remember
The words of invitation are exactly the same!