The cold's soon coming on the heels of a jet-stream; uninvited guest
A place to gather words before they get lost.
The cold's soon coming on the heels of a jet-stream; uninvited guest
Warm beds bring slow things; a poem, delayed, makes its way, folded into day
for Algot
An old Kenmore stove, all rusted and unplugged, left here for the rewilding deep inside the grove of trees
the discarded metal remains of someone's kitchen, and to think of the trouble it took to cart it here and dump it here
and the memories it contains
for #ds106
A pattern of art, the Chestnut's bark twines itself all around the tree
On a jaunt through woods, pause at the tracks of a bear - the path, disappears
Mirth and merriment - maybe we will remember here in December
Day 25
to carry within us an orchard ... — Li-Young Lee, From Blossom https://poets.org/poem/blossoms-0
Some of us bloom as flowers, buds on a green stem, with roots taken to soil
Succulent fruit, ripe as rhymed words, poems on branches of trees
Others of us wait in cold, huddled up, battened down for season's change
The pit we feel inside our stomach may yet become the seed of nourishment
for Advent of Joy
A Colorful Year (poems)
January
Silver sings such sweet songs, a whisper of moonlight
February
Red might shout but what red’s really about is something akin to passion
March
Yellow unfolds in morning, leaning into the blue of sky, a reminder of why we find joy in small moment
April
Green sleeps unbidden, a hidden seed in the weeds waiting for a moment to dance
May
Pink is punk, the unexpected beautiful voice of a passionate embrace
June
Blue, like strings on a beat-up guitar; strummed chords that find you, wherever you are
July
Orange burns from its center, first, and then extends itself outwards
August
Purple hides and hints at transformation, a small creation of wonder and love
September
Teal and turquoise - color cousins – holding hands as twilight calls
October
Brown, fingers dirty from digging, the Earth is singing something sweet
November
Gray days, but not always gloom; there’s room for all emotion
December
Gold holds us in the magic of each moment; collaboration
Collection of poems for the 2026 CLMOOC Calendar Project https://clmooc.com/clmooc-calendar-project-2026-a-colorful-year/
Day 24
Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings — Muriel Rukeyser, Elegy Of Joy https://poets.org/poem/elegy-joy
A story, unspooled, still has its start somewhere —
Untangle the lines of rhythm and rhyme to find the nub
and pull
for Advent Of Joy
Day 23
An hour ago the storm was here — John Keble, The Rainbow https://discoverpoetry.com/poems/john-keble/the-rainbow/
And now, the debris;
the world pulled apart -
We wipe our eyes free
and get down to work
for Advent Of Joy