With Real Toads, and Weekend Writers 50

I'm posting this song/poem for the writers' group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and also for Weekend Writers' Retreat, hosted by Grandma's Goulash.
Marian's musical challenge on Real Toads featured a young (to me, but probably not to him) Canadian songwriter/singer Ron Sexsmith.

Canadian singer/songwriter
Ron Sexsmith

I listened to his song Strawberry Blonde and found it very moving and viscerally disturbing. I then read the lyrics from many of his other songs. Wikipedia states his genres as pop and folk, and, to me, each of his songs is a poem, enhanced, perhaps, by music, but art in its own right.
This led me to ponder the two (or are they one and the same?) processes: writing poetry and writing songs.
Despite being as close to tone deaf as humanly possible, I have, at times, attempted to write songs, and some very dear musicians have helped me turn my humming (a terrible thing to hear) into a tune. Needless to say, songwriting was never a career option for me. However, I thought I'd try, based on the prompt from Real Toads, to write a song.
My husband and I were shopping at the mall last night, so it should be no surprise to discover my "song" is seasonal. I decided to call it Song of the Season but that has already been used (surprise, surprise), so it is,  instead:
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SEASONAL SONG
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Kay Davies photo

the snow
and the blue sky
bring peace
to my hearthside
and love
of the season
brings joy
to my heart.
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the chime
of the church bells
reminds
me of childhood,
the songs
which are ringing
bring joy
to my soul.
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good friends,
bright faces, and
children
dressed warmly
remind
me of fam'ly
and joy
in my life.
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