My Winter Reverie
Princess of Snow
Winter wraps the world in a hush of pearl and frost – a gentle pause where time seems to slow, painted in shades of silver and soft blue. There’s magic in the crisp air that fills my lungs; it feels like holding a quiet dream in my hands, warm and wondrous all at once.
Layers like whispered verses: a cashmere knit in dove grey, wrapped over a silk blouse as pale as snow petals. A wool coat the color of midnight skies, paired with boots that crunch softly on frost-kissed ground. A scarf woven with threads of cream and ice blue – like wrapping myself in a cloud’s tender embrace.
To a woodland glade where pines wear crowns of snow, their branches bowing under nature’s delicate art or to a quiet lakeside frozen over like a sheet of polished crystal, where the sun spills gold across the ice – a secret realm where winter weaves its fairest tales.
A thermos of spiced cinnamon tea, steaming like a small sun in cold hands. A journal bound in deep green leather, to scribble down thoughts that bloom like frost flowers on glass. A soft woolen blanket for sitting beneath bare branches, and a heart open to catch every flake of winter’s poetry.
I bloom, I grow, MJ.