Christopher Donahue

By the light of an argent moon, I sit in the dark with my cat Quiet Rustle, looking out at the drive way and yard. Many times we’ve done this, late at night when we can’t sleep.   The difference is of course I should be sleeping and Quiet Rustle is on patrol!!!

In those wee hours, the neighborhood is quiet and my car sits idle in the moonlight. Quiet Rustle is focused on what could be a tuft of grass or a bunny standing still near the garden.   Only patience will tell.  Rustle stays focused and my sleepy mind wanders: I think about lost loved ones. I think about the other side of the Earth where the sun is shining right at that moment, and furious human activity rages on until the day is over and people get exhausted and go to sleep.

Except for Quiet Rustle and me.

Eventually, I start to doze and decide to go to bed. I have work in a few hours.  Quiet Rustle stays up. His first nap of the upcoming day is scheduled at  9 AM!!!

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Another effort for  National Poetry Month!!!

Spring Part 2

In morning darkness
a mockingbird is first
to break the stillness
rousing me from my bed
to go out in the yard
groggily wondering what tree he calls from
beckoning  a mate
or to show his territory
or announce to a sleeping world
Spring has returned.

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Here’s my latest effort for  National Poetry Month!!!

Spring Part 1

rain
came anyway
flowing over
incipient buds
gurgling down
black-slick tree-trunks
puddling
amidst tufts of sprouting
vivid green grass
right on time
despite
my forgetting

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like ice chunks drifting

a flotilla of white swans

winter becomes spring

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winter’s icy grasp

freezing cold discouragement

then spring’s first green buds

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Dark cold starry nights

Dazzling snow white sky blue days

Winter’s grip ’till spring

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let February be February

let the second month do it’s thing

let it snow snow snow

let it make me late for work

let it make me happy

with snow covered fields

 blue skies

and frigid starry nights

Let February be February

because for good or bad

it’s only twenty-eight days!

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Last January seems almost a lifetime ago. Covid hadn’t struck yet and my wife and I were about to take down the Christmas tree. It was almost February and we were ready. But looking under the tree, we noticed Felix our cat wasn’t ready. Whether it was to take a nap or lying in ambush for his brother Quiet Rustle, Felix liked to hunker down under the tree. And because we liked Felix, my wife and I decided to leave it up a while longer for our furry buddy.

A little over a month later, it was clear the Covid-19 was metastasizing into a pandemic. To dispel the winter and pandemic darkness, we decided to leave the Christmas tree up for the remainder of 2020.

Now here we are. It is still Winter and pandemic dark in these parts. Our little Felix passed away last July.

And we are leaving the Christmas tree up until the pandemic is over.

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On a wintry January evening, I come home after a hard day at work.

The house is cold and dark. The night, chilly and damp and entirely appropriate for a winter evening. I enter through the back door. For a moment, I wonder if something happened to my cat because he didn’t greet me as soon as I came through the door. But before the thought can turn to worry, Quiet Rustle appears and brushes his greeting against my legs.

I make my way through the darkened house. Normally,  I would be turning the lights on as I moved about  in the dark. But on a mid-January night like tonight, I go through the rooms turning on the Christmas lights that still hang in the windows. There’s just something wonderful and uplifting seeing the festive lights dispelling the bleak, cold darkness.

And this year, like last, there just seems to be so much darkness to dispel.

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We are celebrating Christmas this year whether Covid likes it or not. The lights are up in the windows festively dispelling the darkness of this horrible year. Our Christmas tree shines brightly in the corner, as it has been doing all year long. Our celebration will be subdued this year, just my wife, Quiet Rustle our cat, and me. But friends and family will be a call or ZOOM away and our celebration will be filled with Christmas joy. And for that I am thankful.

In January, seemingly a lifetime ago, the world was a different place. The pandemic had not struck yet. And in the pre-Covid winter darkness, we decided to leave our Christmas tree up longer because our beloved little cat Felix liked to hide under it. Whether it was for a nap or a place to ambush his brother, Felix loved to hang out under the tree. So, we decided to leave it up little Feelie. Then March came, the pandemic was raging and we decided to keep the tree up even longer for some much needs cheering-up during the Covid lock down.

Now it is December. Our Christmas tree is shining as brightly as ever, and our hearts go out to all the people who have suffered horribly during the pandemic with the loss loved ones and jobs. In our house, our beloved little Felix the cat did not make it to be under the tree this Christmastime but we treasure his memory, as we do the memory of all our beloved friend and relatives who have passed.

Peace on Earth and Good Will toward all.

Merry Christmas everybody!!!

Copyright 2020 Christopher M. Donahue