I've seen
the tree on the corner
in spring bud
and summer green.
Yesterday
it was yellow gold.
Then a cold
wind began to blow.
Now I know
you really do not see
a tree
until you see
its bones
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I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food.
by Henry van Dyke
Come home, my love, come home!
The twilight is falling,
The whippoorwill calling,
The night is very near,
And the darkness full of fear,
Come home to my arms, come home!