Friday, February 4, 2011
I beg you come and see
what a wonderful winter gathering
I have planned for thee.
Up high upon my arms of fur,
lies a rosy roost for all.
Upon each busty branch of needles
all gatherers reign tall!
joining voices on a bough,
the song we tell the world portrays
the magic of 'just now'.
(apologies to all poets everywhere)
Posted by Rand MacIvor at 4:23 PM