Southern Living

Fresh mowed lawn morn-
ings
Greet me
While clouds that slept there
Wet shoes and paws
Egrets mingle in weeds
Playing peek-a-boo with minnows
And white wavy pond reflect-
ions
Sunset sweetened cloudbanks
Embrace a yellow gumball sun
Melting into ebony copper-coated seas
Lily scented evenings
Show Orion pointing the way
While Betelgeuse blinks red
Pondering destruction
I sleep under a sheet of love
Encircled in the heaviness of
Familiar loving arms
With a toasty bundle of fur
Snuggled against my knee

This is offered for the Prompt by Peggy to write about where we live at poetryjaam.blogspot.com  I live in South Florida, where orchids bloom in the winter...it is wonderful to be able to share with people everywhere.  :-)

Mandy

He was a teddy bear man
(at least in my mind)
Loved great writing and
Intellectual pursuits,
Conversation
Passionate about his
Beliefs and
Loved his parents
Easily accessed
The child in him
Could sit to play
With his nephews
As one of them
Not like a grown up
Feining interest
Was there every Christmas
Then,
Lost touch
For no good reason
Didn't even know
He wrote poetry
And now
He's gone

Written for OLN at dversepoets.com  dealing with the passing of a relative (three years younger than me) we used to know well, and then lost touch--we kept inviting, he didn't come, then we stopped inviting.  Just got a call that he passed away on Saturday.  And his cousins are the only living relatives, feeling sad and empty.

Brrrring It

The cold
Does not
Embold-
en
Her
Grin's
Ice thin
'Cuz she's
Shiver-
ing
Bring her
A blanket
A jacket
A heater
But whatever
You do
Don't refrigerate
Her

A empathic wordplay for Laurie's prompt  at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com to write about a refrigerator. I've spent the past week in 32 degree weather which is not my happy place.  Looking very forward to heading south tomorrow.  Warm wishes to everyone! :-)

Friendly Fire

We are not so
Different
You and I
Releasing carbon
Oxygen consuming
Sparking when
Prodded or stirred
So come sit a spell
Tell
Me smokey secrets
While I feed you
Dry, tasty wood chips
And we'll share
Heat, light
Heart and
Toast to
Togetherness

A warming trend shared with Poetry Jam poetryjam.blogspot.com for Alan's wonderful prompt(romp?) to write about fire.  I've always loved it--campfires, fireplaces--loads of happy toasty memories :-)  Happy New Year everyone, hope that it is filled with bliss, health, and love.