The trees are frozen stiff with frost.
I don my gloves, my scarf, my hat,
It sneaks its fingers through my veins
Where did that winter magic go?
The childhood me is still inside
So instead of chopping wood I go
I vow this day to make a start
Each day will be a new blank page
with all the negativity.
The birds now beckon with their play
The trees are dressed in elegant frost.
Thanks so much for reading.Do something today that makes your heart giggle… and smile. It doesn’t have to be pink… it just has to make you happy.