Extravagance of the season

Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
The extravagance
of the season, embodied:
God, wrapped in infant.
Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
The extravagance
of the season, embodied:
God, wrapped in infant.
Banister greenery, tied with red ribbon.
Moonlit iced tree branches sparkle and glisten.
Carolers harmonize laughter with song.
Uplifting lyrics ring all season long.
Silver-belled streetlamps are charmingly pretty,
Casting their glow on the streets of the city.
Life-sized nativity graces a lawn.
Warmth from a hay bale entices a fawn.
Crystal-like snowflakes that shimmer and twinkle.
Enchanted children, with noses that crinkle.
Scents of warm sugar that waft through the air.
Sense of the kindness of folks everywhere.
Children’s wonder
Peaceful slumber
‘neath a silent snow
The best of the season
all point to the reason –
the birth of a Babe I know.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
My father earned a living teaching youth.
He shared with them the music of his core.
He showed them how to honor life and truth,
And gave his time to all who graced his door.
My father is a man to emulate –
A man who holds to ethical ideals.
And even now, though years have slowed his gait,
They haven’t marred the crux of what he feels.
My father’s love is deep; allegiance strong.
His charity continues to abound.
He taught me well to judge what’s right and wrong,
To gather stars, while keeping feet aground.
And so it is I pen this gift through tears –
I thank my God for granting us these years.
© Marie Elena Good, 2012
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My lover asks me:
“What is the difference between me and the sky?”
The difference, my love,
is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.”*
I sigh.
Forever I’ll yearn to compose,
In verse or prose, for you my love, and affirmation thereof.
‘til then, let’s kiss
And pretend I penned this.
© Marie Elena Good