Monthly Archive: February 2021

Piney Bed   Oh come away with me my love– Come away with me. The night is fine, the moon is bright– Let’s steal beneath the piney tree. I’ll cut some pine boughs for a piney bed Beneath the piney…
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Snow They are magic– those first few, floating flakes. They fall, soft as featherdown.  If you are very quiet you can hear them softly giggling.  Your breath is a moment of warmth hanging motionless in the air. Time seems to…
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