Red berries adorn the trees,
A time for birds to relish,
During the cold winter freeze,
A time for building snowmen,
A time for woolly gloves,
This is winter,
When I think of you above,
And all those lovely times we spent,
Walking through the snow,
All those precious memories,
Our faces all aglow,
Memories of those snowy days,
Drift past me like the breeze,
I hear the Robin sing his song,
Remembering your days with me.
Jayne Louise Davies
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