Wearing my heart on my sleeve
I find stars under the eave
It’s a land of make believe
That only God can conceive
But mere mortals do perceive
Snow is falling from the sky
Flakes land on me I do spy
They are crystals from up high
A winter scene upon my arm
I send to you my sweet charm.
Copyright 2015 Maria T. carmichael DeSalvo
Maria Carmichael 