As Winter shed her overcast, the sun began to show

And suddenly a knoll of grass appeared amid the snow

The withered blades lay all askew like soldiers in defeat

But as the yellow army grew, the snow began retreat

For Winter’s long and cold reserve was melted to the core,

And even snowmen turned and ran for Spring had won the war.

 

Crystal balls fall all around

And shatter as they strike the ground

While silently we march en masse

Through bloody drifts of broken glass.

How beautiful the crystal sphere

A perfect orb, so pure and clear —

Yet hold a shard up to the sun

And rainbows shine on everyone.

 

The home-made cookies he’d consumed

So eagerly before,

Now lay in chunky disarray

Beside him on the floor.

His tongue was clenched between his teeth,

His beard was streaked with red;

Yes, it was very obvious

That Santa Claus was dead.

The note upon the table read:

To Santa and his elves,

We hope you like the cookies

Me and Timmy made ourselves.

 

Faiths like Christianity

Treat women as if less,

For born of such insanity

Are Goddesslessnesses.

 

Sixty-one times around the sun

(A thirty-billion mile run)

I’d clung to Earth both day and night

As twenty-thousand times it spun.

My life is three or four dogs old

The beating of my heart untold

I’d searched the stars a million times

To see the Universe unfold.

And though time flows and hours gain

And moments seem to wax and wane

Within the cosmic hourglass

Time passes only grain by grain.