"So loud you cry Christmas, it comes" -- François Villon
Magical the beach where the sand lives,
And lurking around the bend from Summer;
Autumn, with its box of crayola colours.
Child's play in the hand of creation's plan.
Comets in their glory tell,
Stories of birth and majesty.
You wish upon a twinkle and, light
Smiles in favour of action taken to trust.
Rewards are truly sweet delicious bites
In life's bountiful repast.
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15 April 2015
April 15; Serendipity And A Poet
I am prompting today