Monday, December 24, 2012

Bonus Poem for December


When I got to her earthen room,
I thought, Oh God, no. Not this one.

Too young, too fragile, for this word-
made-flesh deal you’ve got brewing.

I was still a vapor having my doubts,
when I saw her look up from her book

and stare at a tree outside her window.
Something brought a tear to her eye,

which she wiped dutifully away,
then smiled. Maybe she was thinking

of a shepherd boy she liked or what
was for supper. (Even in my etheric state,

I could smell something tasty
bubbling in her mother’s kitchen.)

Then, the look on her face told me
we had the right girl for the job.

All I had to do was materialize
and tell her the story.

Lisa Vihos

Saturday, December 1, 2012

A Poem for December

The Earth is My House
The earth is my house.
It has a strong foundation.
The sun rises on one side,
the moon on the other. Stars
are my lanterns, rain washes me.
The earth is my house. It knows
every season. In my foyer,
spring, where the guest
is met with small, tight buds
and the freshest green.
In my kitchen, summer.
Every flavor of the earth,
alive in my cupboards.
My pantry overflows
with good things to eat.
Fall is my study. Sunlight
slants through blinds
and thoughts turn inward,
while the pages of my books
call out, vibrant as dying leaves.
In my bedroom, winter.
Not harsh and icy, but tucked in
and cozy, quiet enough to hear
snow fall. A place to hibernate,
a place to dream again of spring.
Lisa Vihos