"There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away." (Jane Kenyon)

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

A December Poem

WINTER
a poem by Elle
December 2008 (one year ago)
Winter goes by cold
I see weather
Snow falls
Full ice color
as children come in
Smell the smell of hot chocolate as they shut the door
The children shall wait till next December for more of this



2 comments:

Kimberly Pace Henderson said...

I loove the snow pictures and adore the poem. the Relator is our top song right now and I love the new mix.

Happy 10th. My sisters were here during our tenth this past June and I completely and totally forgot about it. How's that for a good wife?!

Chris and Angie Purves said...

Look at all the snow! I can't imagine. Congratulations on 10 years.

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