Diamonds on the walkway,
pearls upon the tree,
jewels glisten all around,
I am as rich as I could be.
No one owns these diamonds,
though real, they're magic too,
they come and brighten winter days
then very slowly melt from view.
Some people step upon these gems
their beauty seldom know,
but I am rich, my world is bright
As long as winters' cold winds blow.
©Sharron R. McMillan
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Thank you Lizanne. Isn’t it beautiful outside!
Beautiful – captures the magic of these days.
Beautiful!!! Poems so Graciously Grateful of the unknown blessings we receive ❤️❤️❤️