PLEASE, MR. POSTMAN
...welcome to the season of memories,
where cherished moments come in familiar ways... the arrival of the first snow, the warm lights of home, friends that come call, and
the arrival of the mail...
sometime last night snow began to fall
so gently did it come, so softly white;
it's music we failed to hear at all as it
whispered its song to the listening night...
..the evergreens with snow are spread,
drifts push up against the wall.
Each post wears a nightcap on its head,
everything's dressed in the new snow fall.....
... do you ever take strolls in the evening & innocently peak into windows whose drapes were not drawn? Do you ever have the natural curiosities as to who and what is inside that home?..