Nothing says Christmas like our fading nativity, Another year unpacking it gently, looking into fragile faces as familiar as my own family.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Poets
"Oma, which stocking is mine?" Her little voice rings into the night, As her eyes sparkle at the stockings All hanging in a row.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
I recall singing carols, while walking to church on new fallen snow, breathing smoke as cold hands turned hot. What a nostalgic echo.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
You gotta love those first couple months after fall. They captivate us all. There just ain’t nothing like Christmas at the mall.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the tapestry of winter’s chill, A warm embrace ignites, steady and still. The hearth, alive with ember’s golden hue,
By Valente Oropezaabout a year ago in Poets
After the Halloween candy is finished consuming the town. The Christmas trees start to rise and are blooming around. It’s time to pack your bags so the family can get away.
A holiday full of charm Begins with trip to a Christmas tree farm Cutting down one’s own tree Deep in the new fallen snow
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
“I didn’t want to hurt you” The boy In hunters orange The boy Smelling of acrid sweat The boy Blinks his tears away
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Cigarettes burn And stars fall from the heavens My soul longingly yearns For your heart to remember What it was, what we had
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
An evergreen bough, a circle of cheer, A symbol of Christmas, the merriest time e’er * With baubles and tinsel, formed in a band,
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
The scent that fills the air, wistful aromas that enflame one’s memories, The turkey basting takes one back to childhood, The smell bathing the rooms in which we breathe,
By Colleen Millsteed about a year ago in Poets
🌲 Another year I watch the tinsel glisten on the tree. Challenging the beauty of the stars hanging carelessly in the sky.
