Winter's Silence

The air is still and silent,
The sun is hidden now,
The world does glisten softly,
As snow floats to the ground.
There is no sound like silence,
On a cold midwinter's day,
But the earth still whispers softly,
Listen to what it does say.
The animals are sleeping,
'Till spring they slumber on,
The deer are treading softly,
All birds but few are gone.
Revel in this moment,
Because it will not stay,
Winter will go, the earth will thaw,
In spring's eternal way.

The Road Rises to Meet Me

The road rises to meet me,
As I set out of my door,
I long have lived in silence,
But no longer can ignore,
The call of far off places,
Of things I haven't seen,
Although I do not know them,
I see them in my dreams,
I throw cloak upon my shoulders,
Good stick in my hand,
I step out of my door,
To explore the rolling land,
I don't know what will happen,
After turn of the next bend,
After crossing of the brook,
Or the last glance of a friend,
I only know that someday,
When with this I'm done,
I will return to home,
And to your arms will run.

Things To Remember

Oh, for the days of old,
I do pine today,
The stories are still told,
But they seem far away,
The laughing of a brook,
Soft petals of a flower,
They're pages in a book,
That fade more by the hour,
But I must not forget,
The things that are no more,
As on a shelf does sit,
An unlocked secret door,
Remember all the meadows,
The sunlight bright and clean,
The happiness and woes,
Of people now unseen,
So help me Lord, I promise,
To remember all the things,
From a lttle child's first wish,
To a butterfly's feathery wings.

On the Subject of Cold

On the subject of cold,
We will stop for awhile,
Bring a warm hat,
while I dig up my file,
On the wonderful weather,
That's been here this week,
Even though it's suprising,
It was being a sneak.
It had gotten cooler,
As cold weather does,
And then it went BANG!
Now we need a coat with fuzz.
But enough on it's coming,
On to the feeling,
I suppose you can guess,
The chill will leave you reeling.
It will freeze all your whiskers,
Numb fingers and toes,
It will make a bright apple,
Out of your nose,
Sometimes we do grumble,
When shoveling the drive,
But there's no greater time,
Than sledding to feel alive!

Hello again chaps and chapesses!

It's been awfully cold here lately. I have succeeded, however, in getting my owner to take me for walks outside. Fresh air does you good you know! Have you read the poem posted on here recently, titled "Ode to a Housecat"? Please do. My owner modeled it after me of course. Except the fault parts. I don't have any idea where she got those. Oh well, probably some other cat. I do think I am the perfect cat. I'm kind, and loving, and modest too. Well, I must go and finish my breakfast. Ta ta for now!

Orion Wittifrid

A New Day

As I look out of my window,
On this cold and gloomy day,
The sun has yet to rise,
It is still in winter's way,
I think upon the day before,
What things that I did do,
And I hope for better yet today,
Because it's perfect and brand new.
Not spoiled yet by grumbling,
Not stained by unkind things,
A day that is untattered,
Is worth more than jewels and rings.
So as the sun does rise,
On this cold and gloomy day,
I sit and talk to God,
And ask Him to guard my way.

An Ode to a Housecat

You sit there so primly,
Before the fireplace,
Washing ears and tail,
And whiskers on your face.
Stretching out each morning,
In patch of sunlight long,
Twitching your pink nose,
As the robins sing their song.
You have a mind of your own,
When called you never hear,
Too busy chasing mice,
Who tremble hard in fear.
You do have your faults,
As every housecat does,
But still we love you dearly,
Love is "is" not "was".

Night and Day

Dawn has come,
Though night is still here,
The moon still reflects,
Sun's light like a mirror,
To the east the sun rises,
And the moon sinks away,
A balance of opposites,
Both night and day.
Soon it will be gone,
The sun will rule again,
And shine it's bright light,
Oe'r every stream and fen,
But the moon will return,
The stars will shine bright,
We will praise our Lord God,
In the cool silent night.

The Sea

The tumultous waves do climb,
Out of the salty brine,
To crash upon the shore,
Up to the light house door.
The sky is dark and black,
The sky sun's light does lack,
Beware the savage sea,
The waves roam far and free.
Many places they do go,
Past grass, and sand and snow,
But they cannot penetrate,
The land God did create,
To wash over the ground,
With a mighty rushing sound,
Yes we are safe tonight,
With trees, and dirt, and ice.

Another Sinking Sun

Another sinking sun,
Another day has ended,
This could be my last one,
I won't know till I live it,
I will not hide inside,
By fear I won't be tied down,
In God I will confide,
My worries and my problems,
So let the sun go down,
Let the night take over,
I know that I won't drown,
God is watching over me.

Dear Chaps and Chapesses,

how lovely to write to you again. It's been so long since I was able to, I fear you might have forgotten me completely. Not that that's easy to do, mind you. As of late, more dogs have invaded my home, although, luckily, they decided not to stay. I would have driven them hence like a bad pestilence. Which is what they are. All those fleas, ugh. Anyway, now that we are safe from invasion, I decided to go and celebrate with a feast. But, due to a lack of common sense from a certain owner, there was no feast. I had to try to climb up her leg for almost five minutes before she spread the feast. Five minutes, I tell you! It's a disgrace, that's what my old aunty would say. She always told me, "Orion, if you don't take charge then you'll never get fed!" It's proved quite true. I must depart now, breakfast awaits.
Ta-ta for now!

Orion Wittifrid

In His Hand

The waves were rough,
The air was thick,
The clouds were dark and black,
The wind picked up,
Birds flew to land,
The storm was coming back.

Of all the boats,
upon the coast,
One only rode the sea,
The captain frowned,
His sailors still,
"Oh Lord help them and me!"

This fervent prayer,
He muttered long,
Although no man could hear,
But God above,
Did hear the plea,
Of a Christian he held dear.

Through the storm,
And howling winds,
He held them in His hand,
And though many times,
They did fear death,
He kept them safe 'til land.

When at last,
The sun did shine,
Upon that weary crew,
The captain closed
His eyes and said,
"Lord, them and me thank You."