A little tale to pass the time,
While snowfall drifts and ticking clocks chime.
This bleak year an angel travelled through
And as she passed, a reminder she blew.
To weave the words, to mould the stories,
To tell the legends in all their glories.
So this winter moment, will you join me
And enter the gateway to find the story.
A card, three or four, each day,
Drawn in the dawn to create the play.
And so I'll offer this gift out to the world,
And with it
A reminder that stories told
Never die and never grow old.
Diane King 2020