snow piled high
white to the sky
flakes flying down
piled soft, covered ground
always falling --
sunshines calling
but
not today
outside's just grey
inside my home
warm, alone
candles glow
lights turned low
scents of cookies and supper
warm vanilla and butter
i sigh
thank God snows piled high
and my spirit smiles
snow will only be here
a while...
1 comment:
i love this blog; it draws me into your home and welcomes me to enjoy the sights and the scents with you. i wish i HAD been there with you :) love you girl, em.
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