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at my window, through delicate frost ferns a winter scene calls me— the silver ribbon of river, the virgin blanket that came in the night to cover the land. I listen to the silent message: Come join me. The winter cloak is on, and I wait for laughter to greet me bundled like marshmallow men in all the colors of the crayon box. other children heed the call and the air fills with powdery missiles that fly over the changing landscape. forts and castles erupt from the ground, populated by new men, tall and round, with coal for eyes and long, stripe-y scarves. the river fills with music and the shrieks of skaters dancing in curlicues until they slip and sit down hard on their pillowed seats. a pair of sweethearts lean into the turns, moving in sync with her hands in his pockets. they glide to a stop near the bridge where hot chocolate and cider wait to warm them. I want to go outside, to immerse myself in the perfumed air in chocolate and cinnamon and the scent of wood smoke, until my bones ache and my nose hairs splinter. but my bed is cozy. I’m too warm to move. line count: 40 Prompt: January 1 ▼ |