Winter Magic
An orb of light flashes through the window
and I see a new day arrive.
Reflections of yesteryears with Winters coming
and going before me. With each new season
of Winter, I see remarkable beauty.
I see snow-capped pines in my yard and they
look as if they were meant to live in that
majesty forever.
Lovers skate on mother nature’s delight
and hold hands as if they were in love since
the dawn of time. They see each other in
a different light when dressed in warm attire
with scarves of wool made by grandma that
will be passed down through generations.
Children dance in angel’s wings and snowballs
fly in the daylight on snow days. There’s
something about watching a child play in
the snow. Maybe it reminds us of our
childhood, or maybe it is just the way they
laugh inside a fort made by the help of
daddy.
Fireplace gatherings on the Eve of
Christmas brings joy in our hearts.
The children run around the couches
in circles, as “Up On The Rooftop” is heard
from our old record player we kept from
when we were children. We drink hot
chocolate and eat sugar cookies but
always leave some for Santa, as well
as carrots for Rudolph. Santa visits and
the chimney always seemed to be too
small, but the story has been told for many
a year that’s how he brings joy to our
families.
Magic is but a sense of wonder and wonder
is but a dream of imagination. Watching water
turn into icicles seems to bring the most
fascination to me. As if they were born to
bring such a reflection of a new reason to
shine with hues of a rainbow. The season of
Winter is full of amazement and enchantment.
Charisma is born and as each year passes
the beauty never fades.
Winter Magic Contest
Mystic Rose
January 1, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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