All alone in an enchanted land
Where before me grandly stands
Crystal walls and glistening strands
In Nature's winter garden.
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White mums and green carnations
declare today a celebration
for one little boy filled with anticipation
when he left a picnic basket out under the moon.
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Once I thought solitude was good
peace-filled hours to read,
to think, to count stitches.
Those were days filled
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The day begins with a foggy morning;
light is distilled across the lake as
silhouetted trees surround a primeval scene.
The lake- slate blue as the fog lazily lifts
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He calls me a bag lady- I have so many kinds
that lines the shelves, drawers and such,
and all of them are mine!
My lingerie uses one for wash day once a week
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Escape with me these snow flocked trees
From down-filled quilts that warm,
To sunny skies where stories lie
In a palace of books this morn.
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There are certain things that go missing
all around my house
Could it be a Gremlin that hid my favorite blouse?
Maybe it was something more
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I held a moonstone in my hand
the color of the snow
and black
like sparkling coal.
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Moody clouds hung low today
Were they angry with the sun?
I tried to read but the wind would play
Turning my pages all in fun.
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