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December's Scarf
William Robbins
When the bells of time
Ring out their wintry call
It brings a slow, nostalgia sleep
To the spellbinding charms of fall.
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Soon we thrive in a sensuous relief
From the sights and smells
Of piney garland or a festive, colorful wreath.
Expectancy's enchanting scent
Seeps deep into our veins,
Stirring the pure love of giving
To come from the heart
Like a steady refreshing rain.
By the glamour of tinsel, hopeless allure of fudge,
Nectar of eggnog or some other tempting sugary nudge,
One utterly surrenders to the pure balm of the season
Having found a new breath of joy
Which soon possesses one's very sense of reason.
Peace swells in the glories of this holiday hearth
As we totally wrap ourselves
In the appealing warmth of December's scarf. |
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