Snow

Hi,

There is so much snow everywhere, and I realize that probably you may think me crazy, here I am writing a poem abut it like you didn’t know all about it, but I wrote a poem about snow, and that’s that.

Hope you like it.

Snow

Snow is cold.

Snow is cold, and terrible in it’s arrogance,

for arrogant snow is,

yes,

arrognat in its sparkle,

it deceptively welcoming light, warm sunlight glinting off it,

turned cold, cold by the snow.

And I love the snow,

yes, yes,

love it,

less,

as the years go by,

for the promise of sledding and snowballl fights,

but for the memories of such things,

memories lying in the coldly smiling snow.

And I hate the snow,

more,

as the years go by,

for the future promises it brings,

of cold, weary, trudges to fill the birdfeeder for the birds flocking to greedily gobble up all the food they can find,

of the horrible things that surely there must be,

brought on by the snow,

which I cannot think of now,

for I do not, after all, hate the snow,

the snow with it’s beautiful sparkle,

the snow with the joy it brings to little children on Christmas Eve,

no,

I do not hate the snow so much.

But I like summer quite well too.

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Now, once again, the words you know so well, here is a quote from one of my previous poems!

Seasons

“Bright smiles

spring coming

hope flying

snow melting.” -Kylli Berg

The Mistletoe

Hi,

I’m sure none of you ever let your Christmas decorations stay up too long.

Nobody does that.

Espeicially not me.

Totally.

The Mistletoe

Christmas is long past,

the season-

it went by too fast,

I should be preparing for spring,

preparing for the time the sun will shine,

but my Christmas tree still stands tall on my porch,

the Christmas towels still hang on the oven and the dishwasher,

the mistletoe still hangs from the ceiling.

The Christmas tree will soon be put away (probably),

the Christmas towels shall be folded and tossed in a drawer,

but

I have a feeling

the mistletoe

will stay right where it is.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it.

Now, again, I shall show you a quote from one of my previous poems, and give you the link to it, so you can read even MORE of my poetry. Is that awesome, or what?

Yeah.

Christmas Secrets

“Whispered secrets,

packages hastily hidden away,

a flurry of excitement is in the air.” -Kylli Berg

Barefoot

Hi,

I am notorious for thinking it’s warmer than it is, and running outside to quickly do something or the other, barefoot, of course.

So I decided to write a poem about, well, um, walking around barefoot.

It sounds a little silly when you say it out loud.

But I think it’s pretty good.

I hope you like it.

Barefoot

Summer.

soft grass

on my feet

as I run

to catch the sky

Fall.

almost too cold

to run

and get the coat from the car

Winter.

teeth chattering cold

rushes in

when I open the door

to dart out and grab the rice

left on the porch

in our giant fridge

that’s only in use in winter.

Spring.

warm or cold

not sure yet

run in the grass

cold wet dew

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it.

Now for a look at one of my previous poems,

The Wild Clothes

“The Night is Dark and Cold,

As a Barefoot Girl

Runs to Catch

The Wild Clothes.” -Kylli Berg

New Year

Hi,

The most incredible thing in the history of the world has happened. 2020 is over. Whoa. Amazing, right? Now 2021……

Anyway, here is a poem I wrote inspired by the New Year.

I hope you like it.

New Year

A clean slate

like the snow outside

untarnished

until someone steps in it

but

that someone

might make something beautiful

from the snow

leaving it better than it was

before.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now for a quote from one of my previous poems,

The Lawn and the Mower

“Yesterday I mowed the lawn-

a third of the way, at least.

The Mower went and broke on me,

that giant metal beast.” -Kylli Berg

Christmas Secrets

Hi,

Christmas is soon, so today I am showing you a poem I wrote about the experience of everyone getting gifts for each other and being very secretive about it.

I hope you like it!

Christmas Secrets

Whispered secrets,

packages hastily hidden away,

a flurry of excitement is in the air,

scissors and tape are in high demand around the house,

everyone scurrying about like a mouse,

experienced parents hiding presents in their closets,

independent teenagers (they think) who still need a ride to the store,

giggling children making their first attempt at giving rather than receiving,

and tiny babies who don’t care about anything except whether they can see their mama.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now for a quote from one of my previous poems,

Pie

O Pie,

deliciousness in dough,

you graciously grace us with your gracious presence.” -Kylli Berg

A Tear & A Smile

Hi,

Here is a poem I wrote.

I hope you like it.

A Tear & A Smile

A tear,

lit by the moonlight,

falls through the ages,

weaving it’s sad song through the eons,

causing the trees to weep for things that have not happened yet,

and the wind to roar in anger for those that cried long ago.

A tear,

falling,

weeping.

But the tear is not alone.

A smile falls too,

lit by the sunlight,

laughing,

hoping,

dancing through the ages,

telling the birds to sing of joyous things that have not yet come to pass,

and the ocean to dance for peace began and ended and began again a long time ago.

A tear and smile.

Forever at war and forever at peace.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now for a quote from one of my previous poems,

Leave

“the tree outside

my window

is dying” -Kylli Berg

Pie

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving is often a time filled with food, turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and all manner of baked goods, such as PIE.

I have been baking pie.

Pies, actually.

Pie is yummy.

Pie.

Pie

O Pie!

You sit on the back porch,

radiant in all your glory,

your sugary goodness encased in a glass pan,

that is not worthy of your amazing awesomeness!

O Pie,

O Pie,

deliciousness in dough,

you graciously grace us with your gracious presence-

“What are you thinking about with that goofy look on your face?”

“Nothing…”

“All right, let’s cut the pie.”

O Pie,

Your sacrifice is greatly appreciated!

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Thanks for reading this, I hope it brightened your day!

Instead of a quote from one of my older poems though, today I’ll be sharing a small little rhyme I wrote.

Orange.

Rhymes with.

Orange.

The Lawn and the Mower

Hi,

Today I have a poem for you that hopefully you should find rather entertaining.

I do hope you like it.

The Lawn and the Mower

Yesterday I mowed the lawn-

a third of the way, at least.

The Mower went and broke on me,

that giant metal beast.

I wonder what the neighbors’ think-

of our part-way mowed lawn-

like a halfway working sink.

Today the Mower was fixed,

but as I was mowing,

it stopped mowing,

and my work was nixed.

I wonder what the neighbors’ think-

of our part-way mowed lawn-

like a halfway working sink.

The mechanic came back over,

identified the problem,

’round the lawn he drove her.

We were cutting too low,

in preparation for the snow.

He’s coming back tomorrow

to tune up the mower.

So tomorrow I’ll mow

although….

I wonder what the neighbors’ think-

of our part-way mowed lawn-

like a halfway working sink!

Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a glance at the past with a quote from one of my previous poems,

Driving Lesson

“I move

slowly slowly

turn the wheel

don’t

crash crash.” -Kylli Berg

The Wild Clothes

Hi,

Today I’ll be sharing with you a poem I wrote, inspired by how the weather effects drying clothes outside.

I hope you like it.

The Wild Clothes

Thunder Roars

Lightning Clashes

The Night is Dark and Cold,

As a Barefoot Girl

Runs to Catch

The Wild Clothes

Tossed by the Wind

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Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it.

Now a peek at one of my older poems,

Snow in Springtime

“Snow in spring time, white flurries cover the ground.” -Kylli Berg

Leave

Hi,

I was looking out my window today, wondering what to write, when I saw it.

The perfect subject for today’s poem.

A dying tree.

Leave

the tree outside

my window

is dying

dead

branches at the

top

their leaves

fluttering away

too soon

but

the leaves

still left

are shaped

like

a

heart

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I hoped you liked this poem.

The actual tree, the star of this poem, is smiling smugly outside right now. I’m sure he’s bragging to all the other trees and making a regular nuisance of himself.

I’ll probably be hearing from the other trees soon.

They are waving their branches at me and look very annoyed, so I better get going…

But before I go, here is a quote, that, while it doesn’t have anything to do with this post, I think you will find it interesting.

Gravity

“The world has turned upside down, like gravity changed it’s mind.” -Kylli Berg