Winter Wonderland – a poem.

I walk across the meadows, all covered in glittery white.
As if this was a banquet, a celbration of life.

People walk in hurried gestures to the subway,
work, work,
the daily grind.

Yet, I look up to the sky, and see a silvery sun
behind thin veil-y clouds.

And a vision of something ancient reveals itself to me,
whispering in my ear
of adventure and mystery.

Why do we hurry? Why do we worry?
What is so important as to miss…
the glittery white banquet and the Lady in the mist?

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