Soft Call Of Winter As nature crowns, a winter's night is glitter-wrapt in shy invite; embrace in comfort, oh so tight, enjoying glitz of gem'd twilight. Entwined in arms of dashing knight, as nature crowns this winter's night; share envy at soft-winded flight and wish upon yon lunar bright. We cuddle close and smile despite the threatened nip of Frosty's bite. While nature crowns this winter's night, will we caress in aura'd light. Her driven snow is purest white, with sparkled kiss of fairy sprite. We stand in awe with such delight, as nature crowns on Christmas night. Cathy Bollhoefer copyright Nov2005
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