
It's winter now
the leaves have fallen
it's getting colder
the sun comes out
although
a lot less bolder.
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The children
press their noses
to the window,
wondering when
it might snow.
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I walk outside
and I close my eyes
breathe in the smell
of the fireplace fires.
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When it starts
to snow the children
throw on their coats,
rush outside and
shovel the snow
with their hands,
as the neighborhood
park transforms into
a winter wonderland.
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The snow doesn't visit
us often here in the South
as it usually takes a more
northerly route.
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Tonight we'll gather
and decorate the tree
with bells, ribbons
and colored lights
and we'll sing Christmas
carols into the night.
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Before bed
well say a prayer
for peace on earth
that includes every
living being's right
to be free,
and live their truth
being who their hearts
tell them to be.
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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