Soft, white as any wedding gown,
Fat crystal flakes come drifting down,
Bedecking bare trees' ugliness
With winter's most resplendent dress.

This is an hour for contemplation,
Mellow memories, meditation,
Spinning thoughts by a cheery blaze,
Of younger, happier, distant days.

Now, with a welling of warm affection,
Bring them out of your recollection,
Names and faces we miss the most--
Lift your glass for a silent toast.

11-6-07 RR

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