I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree,
She plucked berries bright to crown her head.
She was singing little robin's song
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..........the image of winter is created beautifully...loved..
Wow, the imagination that this poem creates! Such beautiful verses. ~Besa
Great Fantasy...I enjoyed it Oh, run home, wee ones, lest the whirling leaves Take ye far away, fairy folk to see. Crowning her dark hair with berries red I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree.