Saturday, December 31, 2011

That Snow

English: Snow on the mountains of Southern Cal...Image via Wikipedia
There is no snow anywhere,
just ice--frozen rain like dried milk that
sticks to my windshield and scraper.
But at the stop sign in the dark of night
are two snow boulders,
as if someone traveling from up north
dropped them off of their vehicle
and went on without noticing.
In the cold dark morning
where I can hardly see to drive
they are like headlights--
a beacon lighting my way.

© Julianne Carlile

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

That Doll

English: Santa Claus with a little girl Espera...Image via Wikipedia
That baby doll
with the real eyelashes,
that cooed and wet,
with the velvet sashes,

that Santa for some reason
never brought,
the one I waited for,
for nought,

surpasses all others
through all the seasons:
all memories, all presents
all dolls, all reasons.

© Julianne Carlile

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Una Gerbera

Una gerberaImage by Sevillano... via Flickr
Una Gerbera, my you pretty flower.
I stand and look at you long and long.
You are helping me pass my helpless hour,
as I wait for tomorrow
and ever after's repeating

© Julianne Carlile

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Autumn in New YorkImage by blmiers2 via Flickr
I'll try to feel blessed this Thanksgiving Day.
There's really nothing to stand in my way:
the weather's been crisp,
I went to New York.
Now if I can just keep from
dropping my fork.

Just a little ditty for those in the city.

© Julianne Carlile

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

When I Hear Nature

Dr. Robert R. Cargill on Discovery ChannelImage via Wikipedia
I think of that old argument
of nature or nuture, which one will win.
I think of the cruelty
on nature shows, the Discovery Channel.
I think of babies born to parents
who may or may not love them at all.
I think of red roses
in their full bloom,
wildflowers that grow
wherever they can root,
frogs of all things, on lily pads,
and their singing, how they are the star.
I think of the patterns all things seem to make.
But most of all, I think of
a voice calling out my name
in the middle of a dark, silent night,
with just a hint of amusement.
Yes, the voice is male, but that's MY life,
others would hear different voices, maybe girls,
maybe other men.
But this voice I know--familiar,
comforting, warm, soft like silk,
enveloping all around,
swallowing my life
into eternity.

© Julianne Carlile