Naked trees and barren hills circle round this place
Brown doves cuddle brushy pines and mourn with solemn grace
The clock upon the mantle banishes the dawn
As noontime blows and drips upon the forest lawn
Suppertime will find me stirring at the pot
Sweet and savory spices, my hair up in a knot
Windswept winter kisses, old dogs around my feet
Blessed is the winter time, sweetest of the sweet.

Published by sheilarosskuhn

I write, I am an earth mother goddess...

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  1. Thanks sweet Lil Ralphie, I guess it’s all those bees and flowers and cornstalks growing, the earth is too loud to hear my muse for a few heated months! xoxo


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