Friday and I am in the red Due to holiday happy hour debt Created down at the local bar Celebrating who we are Thankful and free
By Marc OBrienabout a year ago in Poets
Summer long since ended. Fall fades fast and cold transcended. Winter's lovely kiss cascades the air. Sidewalks of a dismal gray and bare
By Kent Brindleyabout a year ago in Poets
...and their eyse full of hope of what Santa my bring Smiles and dreams and lack of fears so young so tender how moments turn into years
By Andreaabout a year ago in Poets
Tree finally erected, lights gloriously lit Cat finds the branches a nice place to sit Sharpening claws on her new brand new toy
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
"Can we hang lights this year?" my daughter asks as we pass the holiday lights on sale at the Fred Meyer. It's a question she's asked before
By F Cade Swansonabout a year ago in Poets
The air is a song, crisp and sweet, With melodies of snow beneath our feet. Golden lights in a twinkling dance, Guide our hearts to a winter trance.
By Ashley D. Gilyardabout a year ago in Poets
Dear frost, you arrive in the quiet of night, Draping the world in your shimmering white. But it’s not just the cold that you bring to the air, It’s a whisper of beauty, fragile and rare.
By Melanieabout a year ago in Poets
Let me tell you a tale of an evening not that long ago When Jack Frost came over for a winter’s jaunt To party with me under the Beaver moon’s glow
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
How beautiful it is to wake up to find the first snow on the ground All around you, a white blanket of snow draped over everything
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Poets
********** From Jack’s first bite Twinkling like stardust in morning’s first light Winter nibbles every night Catching toes and nipping noses
By Simon Georgeabout a year ago in Poets
The tales of summer, ended Autumn, her frills, released As frost, it’s chill, ascended Covering with frozen peace Pearls of icy treasures
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The First Frost A hush falls soft upon the land, As frost extends its silver hand. Beneath the moon’s watchful light, Winter whispers through the night.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
