Window to a netherworld, a looking-glass of white; crisply permed and freshly curled, a monochrome delight. Wait upon the windowsill for handsome Prince and horse; magic snow-globe, if you will, please whisk me to your source.
Window to a netherworld,
a looking-glass of white;
crisply permed and freshly curled,
a monochrome delight.
Wait upon the windowsill
for handsome Prince and horse;
magic snow-globe, if you will,
please whisk me to your source.
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Precious thoughts. You write in the brightest white of silky lace. You are a true weaver of hopes and dreams… 🙂 Eric
Pure poetry, that… 🙂
Oh, Melody, this is my favorite for the month – so far! The picture and poem are pure magic. ( the Narnian kind)
Blessings to you dear friend ~ Wendy
PS – No white glitter at my place yet!
I so love that you linked this to Narnia – I so often think of winter in Narnian terms, of the land being held in enchantment until Aslan comes! Not even one little bit of white yet? I suppose the temp isn’t cold enough for all that rain to turn into the sparkly stuff yet… I don’t know whether to pity you or be jealous! 🙂
I prefer to drive in the rain – but that white stuff looks awfully pretty! When I need a snow fix I visit your blog or gaze up at our mountains… 😉
Ooooh, I LOVE this, Melody–I have a particular fondness for snow globes (which reminds me I should move my Christmas angel from the hallway to my desk so I can enjoy it!!).
I love them, too – I always wish I could shrink and join the fun!
Oh me too!!
You created a beautiful world for us to escape in, with your words! Thanks Melody!
Thanks, Debbie! (Watch out for the big sudden shakes! 🙂 )
so vivid and a waking of a new viewpoint ! Shake that tree!
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