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Light the Festive Candles

(FOR HANUKKAH)
by Aileen Fisher

Light the first of eight tonight—
the farthest candle to the right.

Light the first and second, too,
when tomorrow’s day is through.

Then light three, and then light four—
every dusk one candle more

Till all eight burn bright and high,
honoring a day gone by

When the Temple was restored,
rescued from the Syrian lord,

And an eight-day feast proclaimed—
The Festival of Lights—well named

To celebrate the joyous day
when we regained the right to pray
to our one God in our own way.

December 21, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Fall

by Aileen Fisher

The last of October
We lock the garden gate.
“The flowers alive all withered
That used to stand straight.
The last of October
We put the swings away
And the porch looks deserted
Where we like to play.
The last of October
The birds have all flown,
The screens are in the attic,
The sand pile’s all gone;
Everything is put away
Before it starts to snow—
I wonder if the ladybugs
Have any place to go.

(more…)

October 27, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

After a Bath

Child's Bath
by Aileen Fisher

After my bath
I try, try, try
to wipe myself
till I’m dry, dry, dry.

Hands to wipe
and fingers and toes
and two wet legs
and a shiny nose.

Just think how much
less time I’d take
if I were a dog
and could shake, shake, shake.

February 1, 2014 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Merry Christmas

By Aileen Fisher

I saw on the snow
when I tried my skis
the track of a mouse
beside some trees.

Before he tunneled
to reach his house
he wrote “Merry Christmas”
in white, in mouse.

(more…)

December 25, 2013 at 8:25 pm 1 comment

Christmas Tree

By Aileen Fisher

My kitten thinks the Christmas tree
Is more than something just to see.
She taps the balls of green and red
And swings the tinsel overhead.
She rings the bells and starts to purr
As if we’d trimmed it all for her!

December 25, 2013 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

I Like It When It’s Mizzly

By Aileen Fisher

I like it when it’s mizzly
and just a little drizzly
so everything looks far away
and make-believe and frizzly.

Water Water Cycle & Weather Poems

November 30, 2013 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Rain of Leaves

By Aileen Fisher

It’s raining big,
It’s raining small,
It’s raining autumn leaves
In fall.

It’s raining gold
And red and brown
as autumn leaves
come raining down.

It’s raining everywhere
I look
It’s raining bookmarks
On my book!

(more…)

November 29, 2013 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

I Like Fall

By Aileen Fisher

I like fall:
it always smells smoky,
chimneys wake early,
the sun is poky;

Folks go past
in a hustle and bustle,
and when I scuff
in the leaves, they rustle.

I like fall:
all the hills are hazy,
and after a frost
the puddles look glazy;

And nuts rattle down
where nobody’s living,
and pretty soon…
it will be THANKSGIVING.

November 24, 2013 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Autumn Leaves

By Aileen Fisher

One of the nicest beds I know
Isn’t a bed of soft white snow.
Isn’t a bed of cool green grass
After the noisy mowers pass.

Isn’t a bed of yellow hay
Making me itch for half a day

But autumn leaves in a pile that high,
Deep and smelling like fall and dry.
That’s the bed where I like to lie
And watch the flutters of Fall go by.

November 22, 2013 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

A LEAF

By Aileen Fisher

If I were a leaf
(but I wouldn’t be)
I’d have to be tied
to a tree, tree, tree.

I couldn’t walk off
(or skip or run)
and my nose would get burned
by the sun, sun, sun.

In summer I’d roast,
(in winter I’d freeze)
and all through October
I’d sneeze, sneeze, sneeze.

(more…)

October 9, 2013 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

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