Random Poetry of 2006 

by steve hodgin

Winter Day  with Thoughts of You

The day is cold and damp

The clouds are dark and gray

songbirds sing no music 

for most have gone away

The trees are bare and dreary

forlorn they look to me

just outside my window

that is all I see

Yet God is working softly 

as all creation sighs

cedar trees are whispering

beneath the cold dark skies

Winter's breath is healing

designed by God's decree

As I light my old  wood stove

come and sit with me

Please come and sit with me, 

to have you near, such bliss

Passions flicker like the fire

flames ignited by our kiss

steve hodgin

 copyright 2006   all rights reserved

Life Ever Changing

I came into the gorge alone. 

sitting, watched the water flow.  

Cascading over rocky crags, 

to tranquil pools below.

I longed to have you with me

Poor choices caused us part

Beauty here would soothe my soul 

except for broken heart.

 

Tears fall freely from my eyes

into the turbid stream

lost in torrents swirling

as in a restless dream

What future we could have shared

if we were not so torn

by circumstance and family

devoid of hope; now forlorn?

The greater question yet I see

is not "What if?" but "What will be?"

This chapter still unwritten...

I must turn the page to see.

steve hodgin

 copyright 2006   all rights reserved

Just Say "NO" to Mistletoe

 

My Mama told me "No, No, No

Don't go near that mistletoe

Hiding there will be some "miss"

waiting to trap you with a kiss"

My Mama told me "Wait and see,

There in hiding she will be;

Having hung the bait, it's true,

she will be waiting there for you."

But did I listen, No, No, No

Although my Mama told me so,

"Never ever get below;

there's danger in the mistletoe"

I should have heard the words she taught

Instead I foolishly was caught

Not once, but many times; Oh yes!

I did the deed, I must confess!

Being such a healthy lad

kissing wasn't all that bad.

Though you think me kinda dumb

I kissed until my lips went numb.

steve hodgin 12/02/2006

I write when my heart is so full it overflows with joy or so empty it needs the words to fill the void

steve hodgin

I write when my heart is so full it overflows with joy or so empty it needs the words to fill the void

steve hodgin