Cookies and the Moon

Child Moon 

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The child’s wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

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by Carl Sandburg

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Time & Cookies

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Time quickly goes away,

like cookies on a plate.

Maybe if we bake some more,

We can make time wait.

*

Author Unknown

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Black Iron Gate

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Black Iron Gate

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In the back yard all alone I sit,

Warm Spring sun, softness of breeze.

Trusting friends will come for a visit,

Hearing the squeak of that gate, oh please.

*

Seedlings float by brushing my cheeks,

I dream of running, oh wouldn’t that be great.

Thoughts float by, I’m wading in creeks,

Better still, I hear the squeak of the gate.

Hopefully they’ll come, friends and class mates.

*

I try very hard to keep a smile on my face,

In my mind, I can go just about any  place.

No one is coming, in the warmth of this day,

I’ll stay positive, I’ll read my book.

At the black iron gate, no more shall I look.

*

Day is near end, what more to hear, what more to say,

The black iron gate did not squeak, didn’t open, nor sway,

There were no friends to come visit me today.

*

I traveled down many paths in the woods,

Climbed mountains and waded in brooks.

I did all of these things and many more,

My adventures come from all my books.

*

Another rising, another day I will again in my 

back yard wait,

Sitting under colored trees, crisp air telling of Fall.

With my books in my lap, near the black iron gate,

Indeed I have no doubt, soon my friends will call.

*

                                  Eileen “2011”wheelchair (1)

London Snow

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When men were all asleep the snow came flying,
In large white flakes falling on the city brown,
Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,
Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town;
Deadening, muffling, stifling its murmurs failing;
Lazily and incessantly floating down and down:
Silently sifting and veiling road, roof and railing;
Hiding difference, making unevenness even,
Into angles and crevices softly drifting and sailing.
All night it fell, and when full inches seven
It lay in the depth of its uncompacted lightness,
The clouds blew off from a high and frosty heaven;
And all woke earlier for the unaccustomed brightness
Of the winter dawning, the strange unheavenly glare:
The eye marvelled – marvelled at the dazzling whiteness;
The ear hearkened to the stillness of the solemn air;
No sound of wheel rumbling nor of foot falling,
And the busy morning cries came thin and spare.
Then boys I heard, as they went to school, calling,
They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze
Their tongues with tasting, their hands with snowballing;
Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to the knees;
Or peering up from under the white-mossed wonder!’
‘O look at the trees!’ they cried, ‘O look at the trees!’
With lessened load a few carts creak and blunder,
Following along the white deserted way,
A country company long dispersed asunder:
When now already the sun, in pale display
Standing by Paul’s high dome, spread forth below
His sparkling beams, and awoke the stir of the day.
For now doors open, and war is waged with the snow;
And trains of sombre men, past tale of number,
Tread long brown paths, as toward their toil they go:
But even for them awhile no cares encumber
Their minds diverted; the daily word is unspoken,
The daily thoughts of labour and sorrow slumber
At the sight of the beauty that greets them, 
for the charm they have broken.
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Steaming Orange Brandy & Coffee

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  • 1 orange peel (reserve a few thin strips for garnish if desired)
  •  1 lemon peel
  •  8 brown sugar cubes
  •  1 cinnamon stick
  •  6 whole cloves
  •  1/4 cup brandy
  •  1/4 cup Grand Marnier
  •  1 tsp vanilla extract
  •  Pinch of salt
  •  2 1/4 cups hot brewed Cafe de Monde coffee

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Winter Is On It’s Way

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Winter for sure is on it’s way,

Sunlight gets shorter every day.

All the trees are almost barren,

Now I can see farther across the hills.

Heavy knit sweaters folks are wearing,

Frost each morning sits on my windowsills.

Gathering wood for my old iron stove, 

Hanging bird feeders in a nearby grove.

Filling my cup with hot spiced tea,

I’ll call on an old friend to share it with me.

Author: Eileen ~ Nov. 2018

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November

Books & Poems Coffee & Teas

November’s the month that you get a chance,

To spend time outside a little while longer.

Warm sunny days pop up now and then,

But the wind is cooler and a little bit stronger.

Leaf’s dangling on branches here and their,

Plenty of warning before they are totally bare.

Darkness comes early, light no longer yours,

Better get busy, finish up those outdoor chores.

Repair all the the cracks in the window panes,

Clean out the twigs and leaves in your drains.

Stack up plenty of logs in a nearby covered space

You’ll have nightly warmth coming from your fireplace.

November gives you the time to put your mind at ease,

The Almanac gives warning, this winter a deep freeze.

Sitting by the fire with your coffee, you have not a care,

You were the smart one, you knew how to well prepare.

Eileen  November 2014

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October Treat

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Maple Pumpkin Spice Tea

  1. Heat milk until steaming (not boiling) in the microwave
  2. or in a saucepan on the stove top.
  3. Pour steaming milk over pumpkin spice tea bag in mug
  4. and steep 5-7 minutes.
  5. Squeeze tea bag well and discard.
  6. Stir in vanilla and maple syrup.
  7. Lightly dust with pumpkin spice, ground cinnamon,
  8. nutmeg or allspice.
  9. Serve hot.

https://www.throughherlookingglass.com/pumpkin-spice-tea-latte/