A Winter Poem

Wintertime.  Still. Silent. White.

From the window seems inviting.

Hot tea in a mug.  Slow steaming herbal comfort on the in breath.

Mother Nature in her deep sleep.

The flickering of a candle on the sill. A beacon of hope for longer days.

 

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Merry Christmas.

Love,

Jennifer

One Comment Add yours

  1. Donna ( Northislandrose) says:

    Very lovely words Jennifer

    Liked by 1 person

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