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 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
Silence erases
thoughts and stress like dry markers
wiped clean from white boards.
Don’t count calories.
Savor silken pumpkin, tart
cranberries. Taste joy.
Times like these, a hot
cup of tea, a soft blanket
is all that’s needed.
First snowfall blankets
unraked beds of leaves. Nature’s
default is beauty.
Why does burrowing
under thick down comforters
bring such sheer delight?