I do have respect for those with such talents, and the blogging world offers some excellent poets.
Three of my favorites are Brian at WaystationOne, Jinksy at Napplenotes, and Joanny at LiveDreamLove.
So, instead of me struggling to create a verse that touches the soul but getting stuck on "violets are blue...", I offer the following from another odist, Eugene Peterson, that had the desired impact on me:
A beech tree in winter, white
Against sky blue and billowed
Clouds, carries in his emptiness
Ripeness: sap ready to rise
On signal, buds alert to burst
To leaf. And then after a season
Of summer a lean ring to remember
The lush fulfilled promises.
Empty again in wise poverty
That lets the reaching branches stretch
A millimeter more towards heaven,
The bole expands ever so slightly
And push roots into the firm
Foundation, lucky to be leafless:
Deciduous reminder to let it go.