September 30, 2024
Margaret A. Swenson
Winter Solace
Frost is on the pumpkin
And frost is on my nose
Winter will be coming
So the story goes.
Time to put away my tools
And stack wood for the fire
The garden will be waiting
When weather’s not so dire.
What to do while waiting
In my covers and my coats
There’s books to read and quilts to make
And dreams of pleasure boats.
I’d love that you would join me
On this journey through the cold
The time we spend together
Is more precious than pure gold.
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