Best Cranberries Poems

The bogs’ their fruit – the woodlands’ leaf
embrace a ripened red motif,
as cranberries and maples blaze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.

Where starling murmurations dance
a breathless...

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It was my first Thanksgiving dinner as his wife
so I wanted the meal to be perfect in every way
But...trembling in fear, I cut my finger...

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I sketch musky infernos with kohl ink
when dead wings of flurry moon lace my
copper blue lashes and ripples
of faith crash furthest seashores,
Draping stelliform-soul
in strokes of...

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Dragon Holiday
      (Be careful what you eat)

Dad and I went hunting on giant’s mountain
They sleep for hours at a time...

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I am a
fat Christmas tree.
With tinsel, I sparkle by 
the fire filling hearth and home with 
yuletide cheer providing precious memories 
throughout many a year....

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Formerly, dear,
my books like velvet-dressed
put aside, perfectly straight.

Last light flickers
dusk bids, “God bless,”

as I gently turn on the night,
the antique brass polished,

and symphonic-lettering hooks
harmonize in...

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Chipmunks roasting on an open fire, 
It takes 10 to make a meal. 
Grab one by the tail, 
Drop him into the pan... 
You can...

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At the closest point, Russia and the U.S.
Are less than two miles apart
If an altercation breaks out between them
Using bikes instead of tanks would be...

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Portion
Sweet Apple Pie
A very large helping 
Turkey and dressing with cranberries
Ample

Blessings
Each day of the year ~ generous  
Thy spirit floods my soul
My cup overflows
Quantum...

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The Pilgrims were so happy to finally set foot on Plymouth Rock,
They decided that the time had come for each to take some stock.

They built...

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This was written by me with the help of the second grade Sunday School class at Maumee United Methodist Church in Maumee, Ohio.

Thank you for...

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High up on the top of the slope
Living alone, in solitude, and hope.
He was all alone in the deep wooded dell
Yellow birds tinged with black...

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Once a year we gather but this year will be quite different,
for fifty year’s my family has dinner at my grandparent’s home-
But last March my...

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I said I'd bring the Brussel Sprouts.
My friend said that was fine.
But still I saw him questioning
as though I'd crossed the line.

He mentioned we had...

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The smell of turkey fills the house
   and the mind and tongue are consumed
   with memories and scents of holidays passed.

The...

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