Joshua Baby Tree
—Photo by Petrouchka Alexieva
—Poetry by Petrouchka Alexieva, Los Angeles, CA
—Other Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
WITH CROWN OF HIS OWN
Driving to Victorville early this morning
After cold Californian night.
I was not in a hurry. I had nothing to worry.
The sky was clear, the sun just emerged
From the hills on the right.
Half the way there…what a happy surprise!
The Joshua trees were covered with layer
Of crispy white snow. The sweet creamy blossoms
Looked incredibly awesome
Like chandeliers shimmering in the air.
Right in front of me, on the left of the road
Little baby tree stood courageous and strong.
Showing off his pretty attire
And shiny crown of his own.
Driving to Victorville early this morning
After cold Californian night.
I was not in a hurry. I had nothing to worry.
The sky was clear, the sun just emerged
From the hills on the right.
Half the way there…what a happy surprise!
The Joshua trees were covered with layer
Of crispy white snow. The sweet creamy blossoms
Looked incredibly awesome
Like chandeliers shimmering in the air.
Right in front of me, on the left of the road
Little baby tree stood courageous and strong.
Showing off his pretty attire
And shiny crown of his own.
CHRISTMAS NIGHT
Kids are not sleeping tonight
Waiting for Santa Claus to pass by.
He is busy, but they wait for their turn
Keeping in windows sparkling lanterns.
They even hide under their beds,
Hoping they’ll see the Old Jolly Man
Right at midnight. Moms and dads
Already wrote their cheerful letters.
”Santa, this year we had the best kids
And they are growing better, indeed.”
Don’t worry, dear girls and boys!
You might miss seeing his joyful sleigh,
But all presents are already yours.
I guarantee you, there is no other way!
Kids are not sleeping tonight
Waiting for Santa Claus to pass by.
He is busy, but they wait for their turn
Keeping in windows sparkling lanterns.
They even hide under their beds,
Hoping they’ll see the Old Jolly Man
Right at midnight. Moms and dads
Already wrote their cheerful letters.
”Santa, this year we had the best kids
And they are growing better, indeed.”
Don’t worry, dear girls and boys!
You might miss seeing his joyful sleigh,
But all presents are already yours.
I guarantee you, there is no other way!
MELTING FROM LOVE
I build him for fun, like a dream
From the yesterday’s innocent snow.
Because of the weather I gave Him
My favorite sweater,
Mittens and scarf
From such a premium yarn,
Shiny buttons and hat
That I found in the barn.
He was nearly done, almost intact
And I put happy smile, eyes and nose.
He stood in the cold in his fancy pose
With a broom and a bucket.
Then… I draw a huge happy heart,
And… I gave Him a hug
In my front snowy yard.
The temperature outside was low
—Brrr!— to the extreme! So,
At midnight, icicles started to glow
On the roof and his sweater.
The stars were sparkling bright.
In fact, it was his favorite weather.
I took a cup of tea and went to bed.
I was ready to sleep calm and well
When somebody rang the bell!
It was him, my man, my Snowman, I mean!
He stood there frozen in the shimmering night
With ice on his nose and birds on his hat;
Somehow bigger and somehow bright.
“Can I come in?” he said and stepped
Into my cozy and warm living room room.
”I love you!” he whispered
Pointing to his red-blinking heart.
“I want you to walk with me to the moon!”
We were happy and funny,
And dancing and bouncing
Full of life and …IN LOVE. But soon…
What was left from Him
Were the nose and the hat,
Few warm little clothes, the broom,
And a small little lake in the room. I assume,
What to blame was the heater above.
See you next winter, My Love!
QUILT OF LIFE
(To Mom and Dad)
“Please, stay. Let’s make this life together!”
My father said to my mom in the morning.
This is what life is, a colorful quilt—
In a size that we can make it by choice.
Every piece has its story; every color is a season of love,
Happiness or some sorrows, and disappointments
When something doesn’t fit perfectly on the corners.
But it can be fixed with another colorful patch.
It takes work, patience and dedication,
Few sparkles in the eyes and keep going with a smile
When the weather is not very pleasant,
But the quilt will warm us up. It is our taste of life.
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Today’s LittleNip:
CHRISTMAS STAR
—Petrouchka Alexieva
A present from the moon
Was sent to me—
Bright star fell from behind
Of a fluffy midnight cloud
And took a spot in my heart.
Now, I am glowing from inside
In a Christmas Holy night.
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Welcome back to the Kitchen, Petrouchka, and many thanks for your fine poetry today! Petrouchka Alexieva was first featured in Medusa’s Kitchen on 10/12/22 (https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/search?q=Petrouchka+Alexieva/).
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—Medusa
(To Mom and Dad)
“Please, stay. Let’s make this life together!”
My father said to my mom in the morning.
This is what life is, a colorful quilt—
In a size that we can make it by choice.
Every piece has its story; every color is a season of love,
Happiness or some sorrows, and disappointments
When something doesn’t fit perfectly on the corners.
But it can be fixed with another colorful patch.
It takes work, patience and dedication,
Few sparkles in the eyes and keep going with a smile
When the weather is not very pleasant,
But the quilt will warm us up. It is our taste of life.
________________________
Today’s LittleNip:
CHRISTMAS STAR
—Petrouchka Alexieva
A present from the moon
Was sent to me—
Bright star fell from behind
Of a fluffy midnight cloud
And took a spot in my heart.
Now, I am glowing from inside
In a Christmas Holy night.
_________________________
Welcome back to the Kitchen, Petrouchka, and many thanks for your fine poetry today! Petrouchka Alexieva was first featured in Medusa’s Kitchen on 10/12/22 (https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/search?q=Petrouchka+Alexieva/).
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—Medusa
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