Snowy Mountain Ash bursts with Red Berries

As December appears with lavender Tears... 

We welcome the gentle Cedar Waxwings that appear 

to discover a Buffet of vintage Seeds and red berries of 

the Mountain Ash where Branches are thick and provide 

a Haven for our feathered friends who dine with 

wishes for the children and their families who  

are kind and benevolent when snow storms 

softly fall and colored lights are bright 

within each Home with Evergreens filled 

with Candy Canes and Gingerbread Cookies... 

Hot Apple Cider and Yuletide Fires where 

Hearts are warm and Christmas Chimes... 

Reviews

[Amy R]

This poem creates a serene and festive atmosphere, highlighting the beauty of winter and the joy of Christmas.
Quite beautiful I must say.. Words like "lavender tears," "buffet of vintage seeds," "Haven," and "Yuletide fires" create a warm, inviting atmosphere.
Elements like "Evergreens" and "Gingerbread Cookies" symbolize holiday traditions and the warmth of family gatherings.
Thanks for sharing such a brilliant poem filled with Christmas cheer.
-Amy

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Amy... your appreciation of the Season is a Gift as we receive the blessings of sharing a warm fire and home-made Cookies, Wishing you the Joy of listening to Nat King Cole singing "Chestnuts Roasting on an open Fire.... Be Still My Heart... softly. Pat

[Amy R]

You're welcome, Have a blessed weekend.

[Throwing Romeo]

Lovely day in your beautiful garden. So grateful to have
a seat on the bench of your
Inspiring words.
Thankfully,

R.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Romeo... we have Holly trees with red berries that add a festive fancy to the Season of Joy and Goodwill. I must read your writings also. gently, Pat

[JustJulie]

Oh my this is gorgeous. How do you do it? You're too good

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Julie... it seems that our feathered friends survive the Winds and storms as though their fragile bodies were build like tough Airplanes. I observe Birds in every Season. Thank you for reading and appreciating the Art of Bird-watching. gently, Pat

[John the Baptist]

A colorful depiction of the season here. At this time in America, we need words like these.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... our World needs to be a Hemisphere where Love and Peace become the Pinnacle of Harmony. Thank you for your thoughtful reply... I agree that Kindness is what we ned. softly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Winter...scents of pine cones, a warm fire, and hot chocolate....where birds find warmth and comfort in their special nests to keep them out of the frigid...colored lights reflect off the snow, and inside there is merriment with gifts and hot chocolate...
Soft and lovely Pat
Warmly, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty.. Birds are Magical and keep warm as though they wore button down furry feathers. I love your Charming Review. Wishing you the Warmth of Yuletide Logs and butter Rum biscuits. softly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Wishing you the same, but even more🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the cider mill days and homemade apple pie dear Pat. A wonderful poem for the season. Winter is here in Michigan. I need a warm Spring already. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John.. so good to know you love Apple Cider and Apple Pie. We also enjoy Pumpkin Pie. Once we have Snow... Spring will not be far behind with tiny buds and blossoms for Bees to make Honey. Wishing you Joy and Blessings of December. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pat and Happy Holidays from cold and chilly Michigan. I like the pumpkin pie with whip cream.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John.. my Mother was a Master at baking Pies and made a Cheese Cake to die for... topped with crushed pineapple on top. Pumpkin Pies with whipped Cream... is a culinary Dream... wishing you romantic dances on the Beach before the Winter roars on the Shore. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Maybe fishing. Too cold for dancing dear Pat. I always buy a pumpkin pie and some whip creams. So good.

[Neville]

Oh' my word, you paint a pretty picture Pat .. reads like a Christmas card .. I could near taste the mince pies & chestnuts and smell the fir trees .. but ever so gently, Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... as Snow softly falls ... we recall the mistletoe where lovers caress the breast of Heavens Healing of Discontent... Amen... Pat

[Neville]

I just love your crested tit Pat .. must surely be one of my favourites .. I can't wait to actually see one in the flesh .. warmly, Neville

[Lorry]

That was very clever Pat, to include the song that wormed its way into my brain, singing about being good for goodness sake and a certain rotund sleigh driver coming to town!
Now where's my Christmas song cd? And yes please to some hot apple cider please! 😃

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lorry... we softly sing the Christmas Carols and cherish the Yuletide Logs of warmth and hot apple cider... wishing you the Gift of the Wise Men as they follow the Star to a quiet Manger with a Child who would be a Savior Meek and Mild. Blessings and Love, Pat and family

[Jeyanthi]

A delightful read in a one go...
Lovely wishes and prayers...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jeyanthi... you are manna from the Sky. Hope and Charity do exist. Prayers abide where Hearts are touched and moments provide comfort to the Poor who find strength in the Cornucopia of Thanksgiving. gently, Pat

[Jeyanthi]

Oh dear, your words making me cry.. I m doing in all my strength... I'm doing it no matter what... but balancing empathy sympathy and challenging life is had

[Jeyanthi]

** life is hard. Sometimes i feel angered, with myself, why am that much kind.. we celebrate pongal a festival of farmers in my state.. I'm marking that time... thank you for sharing your thoughts 🙏 😊

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jayanthi... we love our Farmers and want you to know... we grow as a person with blossoms and often become the mature Pilgrim who tolls to provide a Table at Thanksgiving with Pumpkin Pie and Cranberries. We appreciate all that you plant for the Children and Families. gratefully... Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Folks... as we listen to the Bells in the Steeples... we pray for the People who need the warmth of loving Hearts to provide where needed comfort and food where Hope and Charity abide around the Hemisphere... softly, Pat