Nestled under blankets of soft pink snow sits a handmade home

Built with patience, hard work, and love

Tucked in tight, a patchwork quilt pulled up to her chin

Amid a watercolor winter

Purple wisps of cloud drift across the sky

Intertwined with glowing ribbons of rose-gold

Snow so cold it squeaks with every step

On the winding path through the winter forest

Between whispering trees, arched to the ground

Tunnels under heavy-laden branches

Upwards over drifts of snow

Almost blue under the purple-pink sky peeking through the tall trees

A watercolor winter with swirls of pastels

Gently painting warmth and calm

The kind of warmth that’s so encapsulating it makes you forget you were ever cold

Quiet serenity fills the frigid forest air

Standing motionless, boot-deep in snow

The hush of winter softens to silence as the darkness bleeds in with a single stroke

Pinprick stars emerge in the sky, sparkling on a now purple-blue page

The soft white moon peeks through the clouds

Ushering the daydreamer back towards the warm yellow light of the little log home

Glowing in the deep blue night of a watercolor winter

To hear this poem being read aloud, watch and listen to the video below.

(Even if you don’t have Instagram – you’ll be able to watch.)