Gently falling stars,
nature’s sand slipping through the
hourglass of winter.
Snowflakes
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Gently falling stars,
nature’s sand slipping through the
hourglass of winter.
Windows at Lord &
Taylor gleam with holiday
scenes. Small worlds of joy
The heart of the world.
Like fireworks that never fade
explosions of light.
Bryant Park transformed,
craft booths shine with baubles, lit
from within with smiles
Don’t count calories.
Savor silken pumpkin, tart
cranberries. Taste joy.
Tempting smells – so strong
they nearly satiate the
appetite – drift by.
They’ll watch football. We’ll
cook. Men and women. Hunters
and gatherers still.
Brine, barbecue, deep
fry, roast, smoke? How many ways
can you do one Tom?
Canned pumpkin sold out.
Damned overachievers! I’m
a “last-minute” type.
First snowfall blankets
unraked beds of leaves. Nature’s
default is beauty.