Lin Lane Poet Quatrain

Month of Glad Tidings

There is beauty to be found in December snow,
drifting upon the wind, where gentle breezes blow.
A month of glad tidings; wreaths of holly and pine.
To memories, we sing farewell in 'Auld Lang Syne.'

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Lindsay Laurie November 29, 2021 at 2:55 PM Hello Lin ... nicely written again Lin. Our late December down under can be stifling hot - thanks Lin - Lindsay Lin Lane November 30, 2021 at 6:33 AM Hi, Lindsay. Thank you for being the only commenter, but I'm sorry that your December weather does not even hold a chill in the air. Though, I guess it's nothing to be sad about since you're used to it. I appreciate your read and reply.