Silently the snow falls.
A thick blanket covers all.
Whiter than a Halloween ghost.
Looks like we're in for the long haul.
Can't say I'm thrilled.
But does no good to complain.
All the fuming and fretting
Would be totally in vain.
So, might just as well
Sit back and watch it snow.
Put another log on the fire.
Watch the embers' red glow.
Dream of the robin's return
And the bloom of the daffodil.
The first rose of summer.
Instead of winter's chill.
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
