Winter Magic
How cold it was that one December day.
We’d put on boots and walked into the wood,
but in new-fallen snow, we lost our way.
As dusk began to creep, we understood
our peril, and our hearts were filled with dread!
Then something strange! Above a bank of snow
appeared a cardinal, bright cherry red!
As if the bird could tell us where to go,
we followed it, and to our great surprise,
we found a bench. Quite unbelievably,
on top of it we saw before our eyes
two mugs beside a red pot of hot tea.
Warmed by the drink, we kept hope in our sight.
The red bird led us home by fall of night!
Dec. 27, 2016
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