All images AI-generated using each verse as a promptI saw this morning through time and space three sure signs of Christmas grace. First, a falcon, lost in flight, tracing arcs against the light encircling a distant star that once led Magi from afar
Though I do not know how to generate an AI picture, I have created one in my mind for the sender of beautiful words; It truly is a bitter cold day here in VT, an icy 3 degrees. Not a howling north wind, more of a hum, snow lays in quilted mounds of 8”, diamonds dust the surface. While I unfortunately was not dressed for carving a snow angel with my body, my pup Ranger did a most delightful rendering. We scored him a 10! But the surprise of the morning, not a Falcon, but an Eastern Bluebird, spectacularly framed on a branch of snowy white. Never in my life have I seen one in Winter. My mom would have said; “ make a wish, that is a sign of good luck”, and so I did. I have packaged up these memories of this morning , of the new season of winter, to send them off to you . Best wishes, heed the signs . Thank-you, Paul.
You have to think of a "birds eye view" of things. My parents used to have a four-passenger plane behind their house that I learned to fly. Dad wanted me to go get his sister, which I had done many times in Missouri. A big snowstorm had hit a day before, but the weather was clear. After clearing the runway, I took off. When I got some altitude, I realized everything was white on top. The ground, buildings, houses so any distinguishing markings were gone. I used radio navigation to get up there and the old tried and true IFTH (I fly the highway) to get back to mom and dads. Dad took her home a few days later but everything was clear then. So, I can feel the falcon getting lost in flight. Merry Christmas.
What a lovely Christmas poem and so nicely illustrated. Perfect for the week that's in it! Well done, Paul!
Thank you, Martin. I’m a long way from Ireland, but I send you my best wishes for a Merry Christmas!
Snow angels In fresh powder find
A finished result
Wings with white feather down
Lift the spirits to sky bound.
If we could be bound to the sky and see the world below in the bird’s eye perhaps our troubles would look so small that we would pay no heed at all.
An observation from afar by an eagles eye which Carrie’s truth to those standing by. May your heath be warm and Yule log in fire.
Thanks for the restack, @Pamela Leavey
Thanks for the restack, @Lique and Best Wishes for a Merry Christmas!
Same to you and your family, Paul!
Though I do not know how to generate an AI picture, I have created one in my mind for the sender of beautiful words; It truly is a bitter cold day here in VT, an icy 3 degrees. Not a howling north wind, more of a hum, snow lays in quilted mounds of 8”, diamonds dust the surface. While I unfortunately was not dressed for carving a snow angel with my body, my pup Ranger did a most delightful rendering. We scored him a 10! But the surprise of the morning, not a Falcon, but an Eastern Bluebird, spectacularly framed on a branch of snowy white. Never in my life have I seen one in Winter. My mom would have said; “ make a wish, that is a sign of good luck”, and so I did. I have packaged up these memories of this morning , of the new season of winter, to send them off to you . Best wishes, heed the signs . Thank-you, Paul.
Thank you, Lor—These are wonderful images that should live in memory from this point on—Merry Christmas!
Thank you! The plain gorgeous truth of this morning.❄️
What a beautiful image of winter
All my Christmases sort of melt into that vision of the poem, probably because there are too many to remember! Thank you, Patris.
Your very welcome
You have to think of a "birds eye view" of things. My parents used to have a four-passenger plane behind their house that I learned to fly. Dad wanted me to go get his sister, which I had done many times in Missouri. A big snowstorm had hit a day before, but the weather was clear. After clearing the runway, I took off. When I got some altitude, I realized everything was white on top. The ground, buildings, houses so any distinguishing markings were gone. I used radio navigation to get up there and the old tried and true IFTH (I fly the highway) to get back to mom and dads. Dad took her home a few days later but everything was clear then. So, I can feel the falcon getting lost in flight. Merry Christmas.
How old were you when you learned to fly, Paul?
I was in my early 20’s and I am 72 now. Haven’t flown in over 30 years
Very young and without wings.
What an amazing memory!
I think I wrote the original version of this in 1994, but I lost it and sort of reconstructed it in 2018 or so.
May you never be lonely, dear Paul. Always surrounded by your loved ones.
Thank you for everything, -and Merry Christmas
Thank you, Chen, I make the same wishes for you.
No snow here
To shovel away
Just sun and egrets
Fill this day
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year.
I will not begrudge you your sunshine, Malcolm, nor your lack of snow.
Merry Christmas to you and yours and best wishes for a prosperous New Year!
Merry Christmas Paul. May the happy innocent, precious child in each of us see the joy in the gift of your poem today.
Thank you, Kathleen!
Delightful! Peace to you this wintry day.🙏
Good Sunday, Mary!
This is beautiful as are the images
Thank you, Jane & Merry Christmas!
Thanks, Paul! Merry Christmas to you too!
Merry Christmas to you Paul.
Thank you for breathing calm into the storm.
Merry Christmas, Jamesina, and thank you for reading and commenting!
Merry Christmas, Paul!
Merry Christmas, Hal—Enjoy your trip!
Wonderful Paul. Happy Christmas to you.
Thank you, Steve & a Happy Christmas to you and yours.
I hope you have as beautiful holiday as this poem. Thank you so much, Paul.
Merry Christmas, peace to you and yours.
Best to you, too, Hudson--Thank You!
Likewise. 😉✌️🤟🤙
This is beautiful, Paul!
Thank you, C.J.- Had to post something seasonal. I have a solstice poem but I missed it announcing my book!