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The full weight of winter’s lace hugged the land and every space. All but last spring’s tender pine. That shocked its cover and reache..

Tightly bundled from the snow Miss mouse scurried on From the village to her home. To the hut where she belonged There inside she made some bre..

With the setting of the sun Time did slow And the eyes of man Turned to the sky above. The curtain of night Softly did flow. High from the..

… the sun will come out tomorrow…

Yes, I will never be the master. But, with each word laid down the student- grows.

Heaven’s lanai A grand overlook Of His majesty. God’s own handiwork Gold spun glass. That never dulls But shines with each n..

windowpane so blue beholding the noonday sun azure beams dazzling

When writing

Off went the promenade lights Stilled was the musical track Of Christmas Town. A bright Star beamed across the village Over the hot cocoa ..

The fowl blowing of the gale, shrieks at me from a long forgotten place. The sun unwilling to reflect, hides behind a skirted sky. And i..