photo and poem by gigi ann
Decembers Beauty
When the days are short
And the nights are long
When we can curl up by the fire
And read a good book, or sing a song.
Decembers Beauty
When snowflakes softly fall and
Make not a sound
Beautifying all they touch and surround
While dancing on my windowsill and
Covering the trees with sparkling fairy dust.
Decembers Beauty
When the moon shines down casting its glow
Making my lawn shine like tiny diamonds glistening
While the man-in-the-moon casts his light down...
On all the beauty here below.
Decembers Beauty
