The light of the moon dances off
lavender crocus, crimson tulips and
golden buttercups; their reflection
on the shimmering pond gives a
mirror image that only an artist
brush could capture. The Adirondack
chair fits the curve of my body, I am
relaxed, my grandmothers’ quilt keeps
me warm, a candle glows close by adding
a sparkle to my glass of wine, I meld with
the shadows as the night bird sings. Alas,
I wake to a snow-covered world, as my mind
clears from dreaming of the coming spring.
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ann johnson-murphree 
well, it may be snowing outside, but it sure sounds nice and snug inside
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