WINTER FABLES

  Santa claus lives at the North Pole,

  A wishing child's fantasy comes real.

  Father time has no physical sight,

  Numbers on a clock, our aging life.

 Mother nature has a face, different each day,

  She can appear most ugly or beautiful on that 
  Certain day.

  Jack Frost is cold hearted, he appears in places 
  Of chill,

  He does not seem like you and I, many forms, 
  And in many ways.

  Winter fables, perhaps Imaginations of some,

  Dreams of a season, Fantasy and cold.

                     Keith Garrett

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