Winter Wonderland
- Creative Writing to Inspire -

The winter wonderland was crystalline dreams, dreams as apple-pip stars. The snowdrifts, as rolling dunes, met a blue ocean of sky. My paper wing musings borrowed breath-vapor to sky-write. To speak out the letters, to let them stretch and curl, curl  into a love-lyric born to lazily unfurl. The trees were resplendent in white cloaks amid patches of sunlight-smoke, curling as my breath with a song of its own. Cool breezes were languid currents devoid of wintry ambition, satisfied to soothe souls to self-reproach prohibition. For apple-pip stars that can build brilliant dunes did not come for complaints yet to become Hope’s page and muse.

 

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The winter wonderland is a dream-burglar; for as a kind thief it enters to rob my sadness full-destitute. Light rays as sneak-smugglers bring past pain, stashing it to freeze-shatter it, to make room for joy once again. Those blues are old news and they’ve been stuck on repeat, click-baiting my idle moments with flash reasons to hate, for sadness to pulsate, for self worth to whittle itself to a crumb. All that is done. As fresh as a mint candy cane it Bo-Beeps out cerebral bad-sheep and sends in a dream-flock of heavenly lambs. What a joy it is to have the service of such a landscape con artist, supplying merry mis-directs as it soul-fire regenerates.

 

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Autumn’s leaves have morphed to Ice-hedgehogs to mob the woodland pathways. Puddles flock as sky-blue mirrors, reflecting sunny rays. Breaths rise as hot air balloon silks. Earthen aromas greet giggles as warm mirth-motes. Even in these days before the snowfall, winter holds a beauty that is a heart-call. How the sights delight the weariest wayfarer. How the coolness brings serenity to the surface. How the aromas invite sorrows to slumber, to let the past as a frozen track be full-travelled. A winter wonderland has a way of speaking and to humbly hear is worth each time-penny.

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