Christmas, holiday, and winter poems from the past

As the holiday season quickly approaches, I thought it only appropriate to throw together a little collection of holiday and Christmas related poems from past posts, and others published with Helium.com.

Take a look at the following links:

A flawless winter

A frozen morning

Winter forests

Turkey

Maybe next year

Have a holly, jolly, safe, and merry Christmas and holiday season!

See you in the new year!

A morning mist

Morning air so placidly still
Mist darkly blankets the valley floor

Above this misty gray ocean of milk
Green bushy treetops stand alert
As if a fleet of ancient ships
Colored sails flown so proud

Then from the horizon, the morning sun rises
Within moments an ocean evaporates to the sky

~ First published at Helium.com

Hidden from the naked eye

A mystical poem for all ages.

Mystical spirits of the forest, such as fairies, elves and sprites were all, once upon a time, a healthy part of my wild imagination. These fictional characters lived vividly amongst my daydreams, adventures, and as I fell to sleep at night.

In the discovery of a new creative title at Helium.com, Woodland Secrets, memories of my uninhibited childhood imagination came flooding back to me. From these thoughts came my latest creation,

Hidden from the naked eye

A collection of woodland secrets.

Let me tell you a story

Of a secret world

That exists amid the landscape

Of the sheltered woodland floor.

It is in these shady places,

Little leafy boots of green

Dance and glide

About the leaves and trees,

Travel hidden from the naked eye...

Continue reading.

Toasty Bird, a turkey dinner poem

Inspired by the thought and memories of many Thanksgiving and holiday feasts, a new poem was born. Just in time for Thanksgiving dinner...

Toasty Bird, a turkey dinner poem

Thanksgiving and Christmas,  

Even Easter sometimes,  

A gleaming, golden turkey  

Cooked to its prime...

Read more at Helium.com~

A short tale of passion

At six years old, I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up… I wanted to grow things, and plant things, and spend everyday of my life watching all of natures little miracles happen. But, as time passed, things changed. I lost faith, or touch, with those ideas I had at six. Which makes sense…

At almost thirty I am just now realizing, after many years of struggling with what I was supposed to be doing with my life, that the six year old me was right. I like playing in the dirt, get my hands filthy and not worry about my nail polish. Somewhere along the way, some how, all these years later I have come back to doing what I always wanted to do. From a meadow, grew a garden. A Growing Garden.