Maple frame, pretty little girl with a kerchief, holding a basket in a field of green. A perfect Christmas present The last one from a chilly New York Christmas
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Poets
Jack poured a shot That’s what he does best Hiding his plot Under his vest * Warming my soul On gasoline An empty hole
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The morning comes with whispered breath, A chill that stirs the earth from rest, And in the hush of dawn’s embrace, A silver sheen paints nature’s face.
By Christopher Gomesabout a year ago in Poets
The cards we send across the miles; Radiating love with our smiles, Watching the snowflakes gently fall; Decorating trees small and tall
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
Christmas - a time to share joy; Receive as well as give, People hustle to the stores. They look for and buy gifts from the heart.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack frost nipping at your nose. from The Christmas Song Jack Frost came to call in secret last night,
By Holly Pheniabout a year ago in Poets
The tree lights which shine ever so bright; Feeling warm from the fires at night, Gifts and baked goods some neighbors share;
The first frost whispers in the quiet dawn, A silver breath on branches, lightly drawn. It paints the world in delicate disguise,
I don't have the time. Not now! What's that again? Can't really say Can't remember Let me refresh Then This was when
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Come let's sit between the candles and dance under the drizzle of rain Let's embrace the star of the sky and dream of what the moon is
By Housekeepingabout a year ago in Poets
It is hard to maintain Holiday traditions. As we grow older and People start to live Their own lives. Somehow we still maintain
By Jeremy Whiteabout a year ago in Poets
Oh Winter where are you I know I live in the South. Where you don’t show Yourself that often. We might get cold sometimes
