If you're feeling sad today, I wish to offer you a little wisdom I gathered from a sunflower today. Know you're not alone and perk up in the knowledge that Sunflowers do grow in winter. Happy Holidays, my friends.
Christmas Nostalgia: Not exactly a Christmas poem, and yet again, A Christmas Story to which most can resonate. "A Nativity" by Rudyard Kipling. Please enjoy this selection.
Christmas nostalgia. A tribute to all soldiers in this blessed season of the year. I bless you all.
Christmas nostalgia. Enjoy this tender poem by a major Victorian Poet. I bless you.
ArkquainSyllablic: 1/2/3/4 5/7/7/5 4/3/2/1The two 7-syllable lines, must use end rhyme.Poetry Forms one'notherand then morebring warm fuzziesfrom far away lands--U.S, U.K, New Zealand,Spain, Greece, Belize, and Finlandjubilant treasurescome to remindit's Christmas'round theworld ***…
The poem in this post is the basis for the Christmas carol "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day." I hope you enjoy knowing the backstory. May Peace and Goodwill prevail.
The lovely prompt from dVerse gave rise to this 44 word poem. See what you think and happy holidays to you.
The country that raised me boasted of one season throughout the year, but perhaps it was because we wished for snow so much, but at Christmas time, we often pulled out sweaters to ward off the chill. And mother read us stories of Christmases in cold countries. Hope you enjoy these from Librivox.
All Rights Reserved © Selma Martin 2021 Folklore inspired by a grasshopper that landed on my head. A red-legged, pale grasshopper, her life’s purpose completed, came to say ‘sayonara’ to me, and I saw beauty in the encounter: how beautiful this cycle accepted with reverence. May we learn more from these fragile creatures whose offspring we'll see in the summer.
These things I remember, and I remember them well: Father brought us white Christmases to revel and to boast, and Mother brought us Christmases to last forever.
Collaborating with Experiments in Fiction Website, where exists a bodega of chilling posts that would otherwise be roaming the blogger-sphere like zombies. Join in for the festive sonnet bonanza you will not soon forget.
Read at your own risk: This nightmare is still roaming the universe. Please try not to catch it. Halloween scare.