Along the line that I can see
Stand living, leafless trees,
Rows of houses, yards of yellow,
Lacking the white of snow.
Behind me, this house is busy
With all who have gathered;
Speaking loudly, loving warmly,
Cherishing what mattered.
As the sun hung low in the sky,
Temperature still high,
I began to think fall remained,
And then I felt the rain.
I knew that on this winter day,
Our hearts warmed nature true
With the love and thanks we would say;
’Twas my holiday view.