Winter Dream

I had to reblog this post from my dear friend, Millie. Her poetry always inspires me; and the photo enchants me. I can picture Millie and I sitting on the porch of the cottage — dressed cozily — with our lattes held in mittened hands, just taking in the beauty of the winter landscape of the mountains. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, and do.

Mystical Journey

I felt you

in the witching hours

falling on me,

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s

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a

d

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g

a vision of white

fluffs,

coldness,

serenity

and hearing the wind

d

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n

c

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g

through my ears

somewhere in the distance

of my dream.

You engulfed me,

embracing all naked sentiments

while making me whole…

again

with this wintery morning

in the mountains

of a reverse youth

and smiles.

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