Summer’s sizzle leaves
me cold. Instead, winter’s white
embrace warms my heart.
Let it snow
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Summer’s sizzle leaves
me cold. Instead, winter’s white
embrace warms my heart.
Gently falling stars,
nature’s sand slipping through the
hourglass of winter.
Some men hug, but G
envelopes, holds tight, then gives
back more than he takes.
She’d buy Free People,
match and mismatch carelessly,
revel in oddball.
J’s Pied Piper calls.
Mecca of offbeat fashion,
she shops in a daze.
They create out of
nothing whole scenes, entertain
from mere suggestions.
The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.
She takes such care of
me, reads maps, keeps track of things.
A good friend, and more
Windows at Lord &
Taylor gleam with holiday
scenes. Small worlds of joy
Off to NYC
tomorrow. Garmin riding
shotgun. Can’t get lost.