Marianne Scarfe

As the passing day grows quiet
And shadows move with silent grace
The Earth turns slowly onward
Into night
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Awakening I see a world of snow
Each flake
Settling silently
Transforming countryside
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Pitter patter falls the rain
Splashing into gutters
Gurgling into drains
Washing dirty pavements
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On a cold November night
We watch the stars together
Your little hand in mine...
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Countless treasures from many lands
Shall come to rest in children's hands,

The scented flower and bumblebee
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When l go down
Go down to the sea
A warm wind always
Follows me...
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Fairy dances on fairy feet
Fairy voices soft and sweet
Tiny as a lace-wing fly
From flower to flower
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