Friday, December 2, 2016


[clip art from google dot com]

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” – Lewis Carroll

Twas such a wondrous time of sleep
Earth her blankets, white in heap
And when the night encroached on day
There lay he asleep, warm in the hay

Twas songs of angels, with riotous joy
Told everyone of, this darling little boy
Wise Kings three, and shepherds, went there
To wish him welcome, from far and from near.
WINTER WONDROUS WARMTH © gillena cox 2016

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Prompt Nights
Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories – [37]


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