Posted in miscellaneous, original, special

Snow Moon

Gazing up in the sky, I saw a bright light.

It was beauty I cannot deny, it was such a wonderful sight.

Then the moon hid behind the clouds

As if playing hide and seek.

Misty clouds acting like shrouds

Making the moon look sexy and chic.

It was a sight to behold, it was a sight to see

A story that needed to be told, about the moon and its beauty.

©Maria Michaela

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Posted in life, original

I wished for December

To see the snow flakes falling,
To see the lights sparkle like diamonds,
Hear Christmas carols,
Enjoy the season
Where people are nicer,
Kinder and happier.

I wished for December,
I wished for contentment, happiness,and love

Posted in favorites

An Old Man’s Winter Night

All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him — at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off; — and scared the outer night,
Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
He consigned to the moon, such as she was,
So late-arising, to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
One aged man — one man — can’t keep a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It’s thus he does it of a winter night.

– Robert Frost 

Posted in friendship, inspirational, original

Have Courage My Friend

The beautiful flower blossoms in the winter, strong and sure

No weather can whither it for it was meant to bring color

To a colorless world of white snow

 

The salmon makes its way home no matter how treacherous

It’ll swim against the current to reach is breeding ground

No grizzly bear can stop it from reaching its goal

 

Why should you worry about life and about your struggles?

No problem is ever too big to solve

Whatever your troubles are, it will have its end

It may not be the solution you are looking for

It may be even better than you expected

 

Do not worry too much, you will be alright

Face whatever hurddle like the flower that blossoms in winter

Or like the salmon that swims head on, not minding

the dangers

You can make it, you’ll be alright