Spirit

A red wind builds,
cosuming all,
as wild songs
blossom true love.

The world, hushed,
looks upon beauty
in the color of the leaves,
and pure white snow.

Bells often toll,
and spirits greatly lift.
Warmth is ambient,
as all sit by the fire.

With joyful eyes,
and happy hearts,
for one day, we
fufill all desires.

-Stephanie Tomicich-

Merry Christmas everyone!  May your seasons be happy and bright.

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