Winter
'Tis my favourite season
To walk in the forest
Mind free of worrying from
Snakes, falling branches
From shedding gumtrees,
Hot winds feeding wild fires.
'Tis my favourite season
To cozily gather by the fireside
Reading or writing
Dog in my lap snoring recklessly
Dreaming of swimming in the dam
Or chasing the ever elusive roo.
'Tis my favourite season
To stand around a roaring bonfire
Sparkling red embers high
Into the night sky
A warm toddy in hand
Keeping spirits high.
'Tis my favourite season
To stand by the chimney
Toasting and roasting
Sweet marshmallows
After a hot filling dinner.
'Tis my favourite season
For so many reasons
Bringing simple pleasures.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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