Winter weather has finally arrived. Cold into the single digits. Christmas just weeks away and I have done no shopping. Leave it to a man to wait until the last minute.. Many feel as I, Christmas is to commercialized now. I too long ago fell into the trap of material things being given as gifts. With age came the truth. This time of year the days grow shorter, in a week the Winter's solstice. The days will again grow longer. A new Year begins, Light grows stronger. In the celebration of Christs' birth we celebrate a new beginning every year. New chances, new discoveries. New life. This week, in two that I know I have seen the sadness of losses. If I could, I would take that from them. All I can do is offer them a poem

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Rose

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I saw a petal upon the ground

Ruby stained red

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Satin soft dreams

Feather light kisses

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From ones heart

A name, a memory

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In a single moment

No flower is stronger

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But a single petal lays low

The strength of sorrows

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A fragrance that carries promises

Softens heavy memories

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ccd

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