The winter left her blanket. here this morning. A soft and gentle coverlet of white. Unfolded in the shadows of the dawn. It Sparked in the early morning light. You would have loved this. You would have loved this. This was your favorite time of day. The greenery is laid across the mantle. And ornaments are hanging on the tree. And cradled in the windowsill's a candle. A beacon in the night. to call you back to me. You would have loved this. You always loved this. I know you loved this time of year. And though I understand. One day again I'll see you. I long to touch your hand. hear your voice feel you. You would have loved this. You always loved this. Oh how you loved.