Wassails

Here I go a wassailing

Maybe it's the quiet
chill in the air that I
begin to hum along to
what is starting falling
as
tho so small this
Space and Time we
traverse
if in my times of tryin' I
judged failing as I
seem'd strutting
as
tho back and forth in
pride and vanity of
breathing and smiling
between being I
am
Thankful: guilty
Forgiving: guilty
Bargaining: guilty
Relenting: guilty
Accepting: guilty
And in perspective I
am
pondering so pensive
seat edge sitting as
so many are seeming
foundering in hope
wishing dreaming
and scheming seen
all at once: guilty

Waiting for the next verse...

"It Could Be Anything!"
She long ago exclaimed!

...to drop.

on I go a wassailing

There's peculiar music
in this falling snow
in the heartbeat downtime
when the treading of people
cease to leave their mark
on the ground or in the air
even all about my ears and
the affects of their passing
now cold kisses twinkling
in constellations on my skin
winking from what has been
How now sitting on the stoop
as a pendulum swings these
thoughts free flowing
piling and deepening
their frenzied momentum
only slowing by the pull
of the night's clear airs for
I swear I can hear those stars
like crystal bells peening
not so now cloud hidden
as they seem falling

Singing in longing for the next verse...

"It Could Be Anything!"
The Child excited whispered

...to drop.

on I go a wassailing

Warming up my automobile
past last call, pondering
the lot yet to be cleared
and how still we can be
haphazardly and blind sighted
in love like snow falling unique
by dropping or stopping in
upon one another as
Cheers and Tears and Smiles
Losers, Boozers and Heroes
and Jokers and Legends and Liars
and all the Stories of Old told
about and among Friends and Family
all our moments unforgettably
brilliantly unscripted so
How haphazardly blind sidedly
spun we are all happily so
off course that I linger
behind warmed windows long defrosted
watching all the paths diverging
thinking of how for the better
for the laughter and memories
and smiling of course
knowing the eventuality
reluctantly we might melt
fade and unwittingly away we
eventually say good-bye
as we must all fall
a part
for the time being

Dreaming for the next verse...

"It Could Be Anything!"
The engine rumbled

...to drop.

on I go a wassailing

I sing so simple
these carols
here now and past as
my December Anthems
forward leaning hopeful
tho maybe just as poor
as if this be our last
And all I've written
in meaning well and deep
were best intentions to
scribe what You and I
and Yours and We will be
You so long from me reading
how we lift'd by our hands
and arms and heads
above our shoulders the next
unfettered unapologetic
for Generations onward
Hopeful Joyful Shameless
celebrating proud Us for
and from the best to who
with distant loving eyes
in wonder children yet dreamt
and will in spite of it all
sing the likes of You

striving for next...

"Yes they will, everything!"
We smile heroically You!

wassailing your own verse!

...so let it drop!