The little rhyme of hues I weavehas a shade of snow,by the sunset strewn uponlike a crimson glow.The little rhyme of hues I weavehas a shade, a glowof every child that swaysto bells that clang and toll.There jaunts the warmth–a carolling dole–in the swell of wineand a gingerbread soul!The little rhyme of hues I weavehasContinue reading “Oh it’s just a little rhyme.”