My Winter Wonderland

A land of ice and snow, a picture perfect postcard, It is here I walk alone, lost in thought, of glories utter Amazement surrounding me. Draped across the pine branches of evergreen, frozen white Lace glistens, in the December sun. Raw wilderness lain exposed, on a canvas of bare natural beauty. Freedom's unexplored world, lies outstretched before me, In this my wintery wonderland. Crisp is the wind, blowing against my skin, it sends An icy chill downwards, but I notice not. I'm a dreamer set adrift, engulfed by a poets Yearning, to put words of inspiration, onto an empty page. Heavy steps, crunch the layers texture beneath, nay I'll remain still, soaking in this forest portrait. Before these eyes, I'm unable to grasp everything, There is to be seen, but ti’s a spiritual moment, Of reflection, in clarity's vision. The mountains breath, is a thin chilling mist, A fine thin halo, placed upon rocky peaks majesty, by the God's themselves, a majestic crowning of divine design. Covenanting these exteriors hardened edge, It gives a taste of harsh flavor, to this natural Paradise left undiscovered. The blue hews of the sky, are Chris-crossed by The northern lights, aroura's multifcolored rainbows, Dancing in the Alaskan horizon. An echoing peace lives here, a quite tranquility, Humanity has forgotten for progress. It is a magicial essecces of soilitude, that Speaks to ones inner being, a purity in the Meaning of exsistence. Within my little cabin, I'll rest, beside the fire side, Warming these aching bones. But the mind remains alive and alert, sparked by A higher powers kindling, a flame, egnited with imagination, In this my wintery wonderland. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN