Savannah in December
The colourful crunch of cascaded leaves
Dot paths along Madison Square in Winter deep.
The calendar says late December, as I see,
but this is the south, as cold as it shall be.
I take my morning path to wander along quiet cobbled roads
next to brick-laden homes - tall, slim, old
as a few centuries are new, laden with history,
charm oozing from stairs to front doors delights me.
My feet tread Lafayette Square amongst elegant lamp posts and oak trees -
moss dangling from branches like a time
of childhood sweetness when one sings a swinging rhyme
whimsy lingers as the cathedral bells chime.
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