Ode to the Occasion

Words of hopes and dreams

Written on telephone lines

Paper of white sky

Messages no one can see

Only felt by mourning doves

©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben

Inmaterial

Be so curious

To know more about yourself

You must go within

It’s not about things you have

It’s about why you want them

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben

Just Like Mom

Sugar and anise

Something yummy this way smells

Cut out cookie time

A holiday tradition

Makes everyone feel special

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben

Aw Nuts

There goes that squirrel

Straight up the tree to a nest

Poked around inside

Must not have found anything

Sad, no neighbors to play with

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben

Do Drop In

That Sunday, one day

When many came to visit

Shared so much laughter

Nothing fancy, nothing planned

Greatest holiday present

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben