Showing posts with label parade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parade. Show all posts

Friday, December 7, 2012

Rainy Night Santa Claus Parade





The rain lies heavy on the foggy street
And there are puddles where there should be snow
The chill drips, melancholy from the eaves
Unlike December days of long ago
When winter bullied through November’s gate
Ignoring numbers of its starting date

The late day weeps in cold and morbid flight
Hissing under the traffic rushing by
The fire in the hearth seems dull tonight
The smoke cowers beneath the sodden sky
Not like December’s of past centuries
Where footsteps crunched toward their destinies

The dusk is laden with December’s tears
It should be snow instead of dreary splashes
And Santa after many snowflake years
Sports an umbrella and goulashes
We huddle ‘neath store-awnings to stay dry
The slicker-clad parade goes waddling by

© Janet Martin

The Writer's Group will watch the parade first, in spite of the rain...



Tuesday, June 8, 2010

March of Time


Tonight, before my eyes half-shut
Twixt day and twilight shade
Across the glimmering field of time
There marched a strange parade
As echoes of a laughing child
And voices from my past
Drifted from the grey-blue cloud
In lengthened shadows cast

Where mother calls ‘it’s time for bed’
And children cry ‘oh, no’
And father kindly clears his throat
But we knew it meant ‘go’
And I could hear the night-birds call
As day to rest is laid
When suddenly I feel I’m in
This black and white parade

I hear the echo in my voice
As I say ‘time for bed’
And children still reply ‘oh no’
While mother nods her head
In the dusk the night-bird calls
And history is made
While I am caught a mother-child
Within this strange parade

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