The Holiday Season is Here

I know the holiday season is here, not because of christmas sale commercials, or the ridiculously early arrival of decorations, I know the holidays are coming because Sierra Nevada’s Celebration ale is on store shelves.

This wonderful beer by the “Sierra Nevada” brewing company, is perhaps my favorite beer. It is unfortunately only available during the holiday season, so it’s a long wait, but when I see it in the store my holidays begin. It is a hoppy beer, that to me, tastes like the smells of the holidays. I swear it tastes like the combination of holiday smells like your christmas tree or poinsettia plants. It is rich and hearty, and that taste is like christmas in a bottle. You get a smooth drink with a delightful after-taste, hearty and robust, with excellent flavors. This is just a humble man’s beer review, but I enjoyed writing it, so maybe I’ll review other beers, we’ll see. I hope your signs and symbols of a happy holiday season are here for you as well, and if you try this beer I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

A Fall Tree

He sees

the reds, the golds, the greens

and myriad oranges

in between.

The cold skin tightens,

frosty air awakens his mind,

as he views

the trees of fall.

He exhales and thanks

those above, in a crisp breath,

For a chance to see

The beauty of a

Fall tree.

Little Feet

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

The rain, on the window falls.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

The clock chime echoes through the halls.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

The sound of little feet.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

Here comes the kitty fresh from sleep.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

Claws scratch the wood in the hall.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

The little mouse will fall.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

Click the little feet.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

Back to sleep

 

 

A Lonely Chair

Sitting in that chair

over there,

You seem lonely.

I wish I could,

not sit and type.

I wish my tale would ripe,

and I would be free to

speak,

play,

listen.

Maybe my presence

would soothe

or

Is it by choice,

you sat in that chair

over there.

Buddy

Buddy dressed

hurriedly, haphazardly

A fast comb

A quick check

 

Food..,

shoveled like coal

Juice.., orange, cold

Funneled into a

Waiting throat

 

The grapefruit colored sun

Spreads its waking fingers

Over the dark, slow-moving

Morn.

 

Wiping the crusty,  grimy

Still-dream from

blue eyes,  still finding their focus.

The near sleep slough

falling slowly away

 

Buddy headed out.

There a shed

lonely and dark,

like a sentinel

on the wall of night..,

his destination.

A silver clasp his only obstacle.

 

The dark poured out

The door was open

Inside…

the thin flexible pole.

Tethered to it

his plastic buoy,

and trident trap.

 

The scaly, swift-swimming

prey,

Waking.

The still silent,

sunlight, spattered stream

Calling…,

It,s trickling, tickling whisper

brushes his ears.

 

A field to cross

Tall purple, pink, waving

Wildflowers.

The song of the morning playing.

 

His pace quick, his eyes new..,

bright.

Soft dirt, almost muddy, from dew.

There beneath the skin of the earth,

A plethora of slimy, crawling

digging bait,

Soon to feel the trident’s bite.

 

Fishing is

his game today,

and he cannot wait

to play!

Words on a blackboard

In a world of poems, words steal love and put it on a blackboard

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