A Country Villanelle

I live in the country
On top of a mountain.
It’s God’s gift to me.

 

The fields and the trees,
And the changing of seasons,
I’m thankful to live in the country.

 

The blue birds sing sweetly.
The crows are rambunctious.
It’s God’s gift to me.

 

The sun rises brightly
The sun sets with glory
It’s delightful to live in the country.

 

We see bear, deer, and turkey
The occasional porcupine
God overflows gifts to me.

 

The changing of seasons can’t be beat
Spring. Summer. Winter. Fall.
I’m so glad to live in the country
And count all of God’s gifts to me.

 

Resurrection Day Pantoum

Jesus rose from the dead
He told us he was going to
We followed where he led
He had only chosen a few.

 

He told us he was going to
Suffer, be mocked, bleed, and die
He had only chosen us few
And we betrayed, ran away and denied

 

Suffered mocked, bled and died
He did this for you and me
We doubt, run away, and deny
But he loves and forgives patiently.

 

He did this for you and for me
He wants us to live victoriously
He loves and forgives endlessly
And gives us the tools that we need

 

He wants us to live victoriously
As told in the love note he left
He gives us the power we need
Power that raised Jesus from the dead.

 

Baking Sestina

The kitchen is my happy place
I like to spend time baking
A cup of this and a pinch of that
And always chocolate in the recipe
They say that it’s addicting–sugar
But honestly, what’s not to love

 

I call it my language of love
But prefer to be alone in this place;
The art of baking
Can be stress relief at that.
Maybe it’s following a recipe,
Maybe this sweetness of sugar.

 

Brown sugar, white sugar, powdered sugar
Creamed with butter equals love.
Vanilla and eggs, even cream has its place
When the oven is on for baking.
Cookies, cakes, frosting, and that
Homemade cinnamon roll recipe.

 

I’m a big fan of taking a recipe
And making it full of sugar.
The sweetness, the sugar rush–Oh for the love!
But as healthier eating takes place
In my life, the baking
It changes to reflect that

 

Counting calories and all that
Means tweaking the recipe
And cutting out a little sugar.
Because a little less is still love
And healthier substitutes find their place
When the cravings hit and I once again start baking.

Snow Day

Snow Day

Fresh new white layer, there is no place to go.
So we gather our sleds to play in the snow.

Who goes fastest down the hill?
What a blast! What a thrill!

Up and down the hill sharing just two sleds,
So much fun and laughter, noses turning red.

Hour after hour, spent out in the snow.
Hands, cold and numb, now sip cocoa slow.

Marshmallows and chocolate stain our lips.
Mom gives us cookies; cleans up the drips.