A White One

I heard it was gonna snow.
The worst storm in all these years.
I can see the quilted plats
Softening their Smokey Ridge.

Oh, high up from their vantage, as
They look out past their view,
Are memories they create
Just between them, two.

You can see how strong they labor.
From sun up to the eve.
In pictures shared, I think I saw,
Their hay, rowed, piled and sheaves.

A winter's nap, they'll welcome.
For just a little while,
Their loved ones on the way,
As the snow layers in soft piles.

I'm waitin for their call,
Just to feel that all's ok.
It's said there's gonna be a storm,
That started yesterday.

So, I will wrap another
Memory for my tree.
Their Christmas is a comin,
With snow to dress their glee.

Raine Les 12/19/2009

nice

Beautiful (((Sadie)))

So beautiful the gift of knowing,,,,as it all blends well with the snowing,,,,,,wink,lol

May your days of white blanket cover, let you feel all the love of
another,,,,,,,,,,,and the way they call you, mother...

Wonderful Sadie...