Warm
Warm
Winter days…
ice on the windows,
hiding at the front step,
and making the world…
glitter!
Sparkle in the night,
white lights in the heavens…
the world is speeding by,
and time is slowly moving…
outward.
Clouds drifting here and there,
across the town square,
dancing to music echoed back,
from the big band…
last night, or the night, before?
It was and is…
hard to say,
and does not matter.
Songs birds silently watch,
keeping their little ones close.
They have seen the beauty,
of the winter queen.
The forest full of magic,
the miracles that are real.
Beauty…, majesty…,
laced together like yarn,
or small precious string.
Critters sleeping,
staying close and waiting.
The promise of tomorrow,
not given, but hopeful.
The dream…
the time of green and gold,
and red roses of old,
their lovely newness…
revealed!
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