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Sitting RoomLet s not forget the warmth of Fire
crackling merrily away.
How reluctant are we to leave its side.
Warm clothes and blankets.
Hot drinks and food.
All are best had fireside.
So let us light the flame.
Welcome in that glowing warmth.
That loves us all the same.
The Fairies HolidayHumming along the path they skip,
little feet pit a pat in the snow.
a musical procession though the trees.
The trees a'glow with fairie light,
illuminating the little dancing folk.
At dawn they will fade.
But for tonight they dance.
Dance, in the newly fallen snow.
The Land is DeadThe land is dead.
But it is life which remains.
Logs set ablaze.
Bowls filled with food.
Cups a'brim with wine.
Lips alive with laughter.
Though the land is cold,
our hearts are warm.
Though the land is still,
our bodies will dance.
Though the land is dead,
our souls are alive.
Fairie PathsSecret paths covered with snow
create a web of silver yarn.
Heart tied to heart.
Neighbour tied to neighbour.
Friend tied to friend.
Along the paths the fairies dance
spreading love in their footsteps.
Heart to heart.
Neighbour to neighbour.
Friend to friend.
Old Man WinterWhen gazing at a snowflake,
falling in the field,
listen softly to the wind.
"Love is all around." He sings.
His voice is the rustle of branches.
His drum, the silent falling of snow.
Look onward gently.
Across the frozen ground he dances.
His form, the swaying of trees.
His steps, the moonlight on their branches.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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