Good Life

Winter White Sale

The woodland held a sale today

Of finest Irish lace.

The towering oaks held every piece

Of cutwork in its place.

The dining cloths were tossed across

The maples' sturdy crowns;

The dogwoods and the birches held

The lace for bridal gowns.

And yards of lace for trimmings

Festooned all the hickories,

And there along the wooded lane

Curtains draped the cherry trees.

The shoppers swept in with the wind

And rushed about the store;

And then, within an hour,

There just wasn't anymore.

The sale was over for the day;

The lace was carried home

To decorate the cozy dens

Of fairies and of gnomes.