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...yes, she told me she looks for those sequin scarves every night as she passes by:)
She tells me how a sea of sequins spills
From every windowsill; gold pools on snow
To charm the passer-by where winter chills
The dying day; and windows warm the snow
Home-hungry eyes at dusk are searching for
Gold welcome mats when they have miles to go
To their own home-sweet-home and wide-flung door
Spilling in sequin-scarves upon the snow
She tells me when dusk is an envelope
Wherein is tucked day’s final remnant glow
Then every window is a gleam of hope
Pinned to the dark like sequins on the snow
She tells me how snow-sequins wink and say
‘Ah, home is not so very far away’
© Janet Martin
I love this one! And the photo. So pretty and welcoming.
ReplyDeletethank-you:) I had fun with this one.
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