A Year of Fun
This year is about to close,
with snow on it's way.
It is time to turn the blushing apples into,
a warm apple pie with ice cream.
Cinnamon from the oven makes me happy,
as I twirl around the kitchen floor.
You make me laugh,
at what you say.
My cheeks feel warm,
are they turning rosy?
As time goes by,
I feel the warmth of the sun.
A fan gives me a cool breeze,
I daydream away.
Words I need to find,
today they are off to play.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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