Winter is excused
from her dreary work.
To celebrate a gentle jew
she preps a terra firma cake.
She glazes first with frozen rain,
just an inch or two,
Then dusts a fluffy frosting on
borrowed from the dew.
The critters stitch a greeting
with hurried, scurried script.
Proud balloons apologize
and open an azure window up.
A solitary candle
suspends infinity
for brighter, gayer atmospheres
and hospitality
The brook and feathered choristers
Great guest, the mountaineers
Glad breezes teases, tickles, tingles
deciduous chandeliers.
"Happy birthday, little King"
twinked a northern star
While the bashful moon Noctombolist
ran naked from the day.
MG Morris
Stickfigure Gardening with Leonardo de Stickfigure
The Stickfigure Family
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