My Deepest, Fondest Thoughts of Lasagna, a Haiku by Chevy

Lasagna is good,

delicious, satisfying,

and is delightful.

            

My Mind is a Conference Room

My mind is a conference room.

Exchanging ideas and thoughts.

Pushing slips of paper 

Across a glossy, glass table.

Passing legal pads around the room.

Debating.

Always debating.

It gets argued back and forth, for a while.

Then, finally, my brain decides.

Good choice, brain.

(Poetry by A)

The Day When Trees Dance (by A.)

The Day When Trees Dance (by A.)

The enchanted trees twirl round and round

The fog hides their dance

Each one does a slow dance in the mist

The older ones just sit and watch,

sighing at the rememberances of past dances

The young coax the old to join in the mid-day sun

This requires no words

The clouds look down in pleasure,

and even the grayest of clouds turns lighter

Each tries to stop its slow cycle of formation as not to leave

But the wind pushes them on

The clouds and birds look back at the trees,

and some birds come to perch on their branches

Sorrow overcomes the clouds;

but they were happy just to have seen the dance

And wish this night never ends

Neither did I

I was watching carefully, close to the forest

And when the trees danced, it took my breath away.

This magic only happens every one hundred years

That's what makes this night so special

What a beautiful scene

But, I am forced to leave

The slow dance went on and on,

and the leaves of the young trees gleam in the darkness

The evening is over

Over until another hundred years from now

Gone

But, I have a feeling I'll never forget;

The day when trees dance

Hail Vs. Snow

                                                           Snow falls to the ground.

                                                                It mesmerizes me.

                                                              Thousands all at once,

                                                              but making no sound.

                                                                 As not to disturb

                                                              the sugar-plum dreams

                                                                   of the children

                                                                 on Christmas Eve.

                                                                 That is quite polite,

                                                                 if you think about it.

                                                       Whereas, hail just falls whenever

                                                             and wherever it pleases,

                                                                   often disrupting

                                                                 some dreams, and

                                                             more than that, I'm afraid.

                                                                  This nuisance just

                                                                 comes down right on

                                                                     people's heads.

                                                           It grins as it falls with a thunt!

                                                                  on the back of a cow.

                                                           It causes trouble everywhere.

                                                                  It smothers the grass.

                                                                      But its' fun slowly

                                                                   disappears, as it does.

                                                                       Slowly, slowly,

                                                                            melting

                                                                             away.