|Gardens Of Delight||
As crimson turns to russet
And gold leaves give way to brown,
The daylight flees e'er sooner
And bright lights festoon the town.
Longer nights mean cozy times
The bustle of the holidays
So throw the curtains open wide,
GRACE'S FAVORITE WINTER MUSIC:
Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
--William Shakespeare, King Lear; II, ii.
Poem, "Winter Warmth," © 2008 by Michele Grace.
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