Come along, walk a few steps in my favorite boots.
The snow is deep.
And the lilacs sleep.
The evergreen, burdened with white, whispers “All is calm; all is bright.”
Yet this happy bundle in pink, she stirs.
And she stirs…
And when the snow won’t snowball, she just throws snow.
Never trust anyone in a ski mask, especially if it’s pink.
2 thoughts on “Through the Deep Snow”
Sending a little extra snow your way… The lilac picture is just for you! 🙂