(Dedicated to My Future Wife on
the 19th Anniversary of Her 39th Birthday)
As lovely as the first snow of fall,
Large flakes mounding on long green needles
Of balsam fur.
As gentle as the rising winter sun
Casting soft pink light through the trees
On a winter morn.
As cozy as a wood fire casting soft light,
Shared with someone special who loves you,
On a winter night.
As soft as a winter fog settles,
Casting stark dark limbs with an icy hue
Around an icy lake.
February 24,1988
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