A Christmas Eve in Petaluma
The rain falls soft, a gentle hum,
On hills where green and vines succumb
To winter’s touch, with grapes still bold,
And Holsteins stand in silence, cold.
The Petaluma River winds its way
Victorian streets, aglow and gray,
Where ironfronts reflect the light
Of festive windows, shining bright.
Jazz floats low, a mellow sound,
As flour and sugar spin around.
In kitchens warm, the ovens glow,
The scent of cookies as baker's flow.
Neighbors bustle, smiles to share,
Setting tables with tender care,
While others curl in quiet bliss,
A peaceful, sweet, December kiss.
The hills are green, the cows are still,
A Christmas Eve, serene, until—
The laughter calls, the evening sways,
Petaluma wraps in holiday haze.
A moment soft, where time stands still,
Where every heart feels winter's chill,
And joy is found in rain's embrace,
In warm, familiar, loving grace.
So here beneath this sky of gray,
I bake and wrap, watch the day
Turn into night, with stars so bright,
In Petaluma’s Christmas light.
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas/Happy Hanukkah 2024. Playing around with AI on the poetry front. I have to admit, it did pretty well capturing my mood this Christmas Eve in response to my very specific prompts. I'm not going to have it write a novel for me, but a Holiday Poem is a sweet little gift when tailored to particular specifics & edited.
Technology abounds. Good or bad. Good and bad. We will undoubtedly be seeing a lot more of it in the coming year. To counterbalance all of the overwhem of 2024, I hope you enjoy a stroll in the great outdoors this holiday, rain or shine and some days or hours at least disconnected to the online world.
With that, I will sign off and finish up the baking and wrapping.
Love to all,
Frances xo
