Warm Weather Christmas for Lauren and Debbie

From a garden we spring...

Life and love,
ours for taking;
singing as newborn birds.

Joyous in our sunny bower,
sitting high in the tree,
the valley green below...

A sky filled with blue.

It is Christmas day.
The squirrels are cracking open
their pecan feasts,

Tucked safely away in the fall.

A family of raccoons is sleeping
at the top of thunder-struck tree,
hunched over as an old man would be.

Red coat of a cardinal flying,
from the corner of my eye
I see...

You are having a smile of your own.

Darlene McPeek © 2007. All Rights Reserved.