Put a toddy in your mug
Come, let's watch wild winter's mirth
By the firelight on this rug
Put a slow song on the air
Let that blue wind seethe and whine
It is not too cold, my dear
With your whispers touching mine
Put an hour on the clock
Hang your robe where minutes fuss
Winter cannot break the lock
There is no one here...but us
Snow is cold but love is warm
Put a smile upon your lips
Ah, methinks I sense a storm
Not of flakes but fingertips
Janet~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!