Without Squinting

Without Squinting

Without squinting, I almost see it
the joy of Christmas is still out of sight
made invisible by the snow that is
falling and the wind that is howling
and the blanket of cold that surrounds all
but I do know it is there somewhere
just beyond the snow-laden trees
and the mounds of drifted snow
Christmas smiles will appear one day soon.

Night

Night

Night
cold and dark
I enjoy home
everything accomplished
relax, slow down, decide
what I will do with the hours
I have left tonight,
bliss in peaceful moments,
too few, way too few.
Tired, I know tomorrow
will be another long day.
My eyes begin to close.
I sleep.