December's Treasures
The morning mist’s a pearl so pure
As ice is etched with crystal filigree
While the silvery frost ensures
A touch of tinsel on every tree
And when she dons her festive gems
Rubies, emeralds, citrines and sapphires
I cannot help but envy them
For December’s treasures I desire.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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