Winter's Dreams
Frozen feathers, gently falling,
drifting silent from on high;
decorating trees and roof tops,
'neath a heavy ashen sky.
Magical and mystical,
a scene to conjure fairy tales
of unicorns and fiery dragons,
wicked queens and rugged males.
Winter is my favorite season:
fireside cosiness and dreams,
wrapped up warmly, sipping cocoa;
life's not always as it seems.