Here we are with some poetry

Winter Calling
Winter calls with varied breath
With a chill or with the sun.
With rain, or snow, or gentle dew
Or nothing wet at all
With drying hills
Or snowy fields
Or rain tossing through the evergreens
With browning leaves,
Or no leaves at all.
With chilly winds or warmer days
And nights seem always cold.
Winter calls with varied breath--
Dry, wet, snow.

Deep in Branches
I used to smell Christmas branches
And to do it, you have to bury your nose in the branches
(Being careful of the tinsel, of course).
And the eyes come along, too.

So when the branches don't smell I've learned to look
Deep in branches and past
All the glitter
And, sometimes there is where I'll find
The most radiant star.

Candles
One candle flickers
In the paling winter light
Bringing a promise of coming.

Two candles flicker
In the last fading light
Bringing a promise of love.

Three candles flicker
In the darkening gloom
Bringing a promise of joy.

Four candles flicker
In the deepening night
Bringing a promise of hope.

Five candles flicker
In the earliest morn
Bringing the coming of peace.

Thank you for reading.