Winter Eve

There is nothing to compare to a winter eve just as the sun starts to leave In a village white with snow lights in windows begin to glow As flakes lazily swirl and fall A lone Magpie has come to call --------------------- ("The Magpie" painting by Claude Monet)

Winter In New York

Come and sit with me Let me make you a cup of steaming herbal tea Forget the storm raging around us The snow piling up an inch an hour Here, come closer by the fire Warm your hands Stay a while At least until they plow the streets It's brutal out there But don't worry …

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