Tuesday, February 12, 2008


Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toedslippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
Bill Morgan Jr.

1 comment:

bella said...

as I am getting close to cursing the cold, crying my eyes out begging for spring, I come here and read these words and I am reminded of what is its own magic.