After The Holidays

Poem By Cecelia Weir

The gentle sounds
Of a winter's rain
The sweet fragrances
Of hickory fills the air.
Gives such assurance
As the realness of love remains.
To bless, to heal
To satisfy
After The Holidays.

From heart to heart
The hustles and bustles of life
Refreshens us to retire
To an eve of rest.
But vivid reflections so bright
Still encompasses the soul
Of each smile of gratitude
Grace, joy and delight
After The Holidays.

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