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'.
RM
(apologies to all poets everywhere)
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No apologies required. The rhymes attract attention to the icing on the trees.
ReplyDeleteVery prettily done.
Lynn Marie
Phew! Thanks Lynn Marie! I was worried....
ReplyDeleteVery nice! I like your photos of the snow on the Christmas tree branches. It reminds me of the scene from "Jeremiah Johnson" when he struggles to make a fire and then the tree branch dumps snow on his newly-made fire.
ReplyDeleteHaha! I remember that scene! Memories triggered by images. Thanks Ron!
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