“we walk

hand in hand

the wind whipping

around us like

a kind of magic

shimmering off the branches

the trees laced with snow,

tiny dancers spring from the ground

like dust, tossed

here and there on

the wind …

spinning

twirling

swaying

to a song that only

they can hear

oh but how romantic

did they appear

And yes

how it moved me …

To each side of us,

shimmering towers of white

rose reaching for the sky

as if grasping for the hem

of heaven itself

And here

in this mystic place,

time seemed to slow

and the cold could

not touch our soul

nor pierce our hearts

Our hearts, which walked

between the towers of ice

and beat as one, unscathed

by icy spells or bewitched

by the beauty of this enchanting

forest, drifted away on a sea of

mesmerizing romantic possibilities

in our very own winter wonderland”