Thursday, December 29, 2011

Post-Christmas poems - as 2011 exits


five turtledoves
on an iron fence~
the light rain

streets jammed
with abandoned vehicles
because of the snow

after I break the ice
in the bird bath
bluebirds stop to drink

finch and bluejay
coloring the grayness
of winter

icicle lights
real icicles

an icy day
the feeder nearly empty
of seeds, but filled with birds
c 2011 by Pat Laster dba lovepat press

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas Eve............

Pat Laster & (grandson) Billy Paulus--from central Arkansas USA--wish all a Merry Christmas/ Happy Hanukkah/ Happy Holidays/ and all other phrases of the season. pl

Christmas Eve -
teenagers hanging stockings
for their parents

--by Dorothy McLaughlin, NJ
from Connecting Our Houses-1997

Christmas eve
three-alarm chili for his

--from Poems for December: Found & Otherwise-2002

never chips and never breaks
can't be repossessed

-idea from M. Oakley, ADG
--from Dynamic December-2003

blowing in the wind
of the freeway traffic
Christmas gift wrappings

--from a branch of red leaves-2005

Christmas Eve silence
evening tea
and Perry Como

--from in front of the moon-2010

c 2011 Pat Laster dba lovepat press

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Inexorable passage of time

Only 16 days left in 2011. Is that a good thing with you or an unhappy situation? It's probably no good dwelling on what should'a, could'a been done, or done differently, because we can't get it back. Except in our memories. Here are some poems from 2010's in front of the moon.

blue heron
feasting on beetles
in the old pond

one week till winter
a sparrow
in the birdbath

all night long
the neighbor's windchime
outside my bedroom

six trees in the hours
"a little bit of Christmas
in every room"

--Todd Raney, Little Rock,
homeowner on the Quapaw
Quarter Christmas Tour

nearly Christmas
among table ornaments
cough medicine

my late dad's script
on the Christmas greeting
was my brother's

the lead goose
of a lopsided vee
honking . . . honking

c 2011 by Pat Laster dba lovepat press

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Aaaaah! December with all its poem prompts


to take down autumn's decor
and get to Christmas

"A Warm December 2nd"

I gild
gourds and paint two
boards, repot oxalis,
mums, then nail roof tacks to secure
the screens.


There once was a writer named Rhon
Whose sentences never ran on.
The harder she'd trot,
The behinder she got,
But call her a sluggard? non non


With all
the rain, you'd think
window-sill, under-eave
plants would be wet. But they all look


snow still falling
but only from the trees
a lone cardinal


one of the new cats
steps gingerly
the snowy grass

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Early morning poems

sounding frantic
this early morning

suddenly darker
this early morning of fall
windier, colder

at the suet feeder
brightening the morning

during the morning
the birdbath water
turns to ice

winter morning sun
backlighting a branch
of wind-blown oak leaves

cold windy morning
jay eating beautyberries
near the full feeder

c 2011 by Pat Laster dba lovepat press