Out my window, the harsh ice queen waves her hand and snuffs out the sun.
She floats across the snowy landscape of icicles that sparkle like her crystal palace.
Traffic ceases, the quiet is haunting. Nothing moves save for the birds at my bird feeder.
The sun is absent, I can only imagine the magical orb’s fiery presence.
I raise my cup of hot cocoa to the south, thankful for warm thoughts from a friend.
She floats across the snowy landscape of icicles that sparkle like her crystal palace.
Traffic ceases, the quiet is haunting. Nothing moves save for the birds at my bird feeder.
The sun is absent, I can only imagine the magical orb’s fiery presence.
I raise my cup of hot cocoa to the south, thankful for warm thoughts from a friend.
Stay warm and well everyone!
