Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Winter's Stay

Just an hour’s drive from home . . .

From a distance,
I notice the snow-touched mountains,
   calling; beckoning.

Like taking a step back to appreciate a work of art,

I soak it all in,
Until, suddenly, we are
   navigating through the winding,
Snow-covered roads.  

Lightness turns to dark . . . 

White crystals, sparkling, beneath a magical, star-kissed sky.

Guiding the way – the moon; so big and bright,
   it hardly seems real. 

To our cabin, our cottage, our bungalow . . .

Our winter’s stay. 

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