Poem of the Month


The dark and stormy skies appear once more,

To usher in branches, claret and gold.

One breeze could freeze the creek hereinbefore.

The mountains beckon frost and bitter cold.

The season finds it’s warmth inside our hearts,

As we join friends and family tableside.

A living love-filled joyous work of art,

That prepares everyone’s coming yuletide.

And soon the snow blankets the frozen ground,

As children dream of gumdrop sugar treats,

Then dancers svelte and powerful astound,

When mice and toys share battle in the suite.

Thus the twelvemonth cycle finds its rest,

With all hoping to find the next one best.

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