1
The Day Before
My Birthday

Warm air.
Cold snow.
Grey ghosts of memory
drift beneath the trees.

If it were fall …
… if the sun were to shine …
rainbows would grace
the spun webs of spiders
clinging to the trees.

If, if, if …

A warm winter day,
or so they say,
snow diminishing,
a wind from the south,
up from Florida,
rain on its way.

My birthday tomorrow.
The temperature to fall
way below the date.

-16C on January 16.

My fate
to be a winter baby,
to never know
what the weather
will be like
on that date.

2
My Birthday

I won’t sit here
with head in hands
fearing the future
or brooding on the past.

Every day I survive
is a bonus now,
each sunrise
a celestial celebration.

I welcome daylight
with open arms and now,
on my birthday,
I will accept
all gifts with joy.

Sunshine floods through me.
It fills me with hope.
Its beacon beams .
A full tide of love
overflows in my heart.

Comment:

Bilbo Baggins gave away presents on his birthday. Today it is my birthday and I have joined with Moo to give away two poems, the first written yesterday, and the second today. Moo painted the picture, as always, and presented it to me for my birthday. A nice gift. Thank you, Moo.

I got some other nice gifts too. In the local superstore I discovered Polvorones. I have never seen them there before. It is a long time since I have seen them here in New Brunswick. So, what a lovey find that was. Tengo polvorones.

I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions. That’s why I never break them. That said, I do intend, and Moo agrees with me, to start posting regularly once more. So hang on to your hats – and let’s see how long that intention lasts.