A Winter Soul
Original Poetry

A Winter Soul

Winter fills my soul with joy,as the leaves fall and the temperature drops.The brisk mornings and frost laced windows,lasting longer each day, before they fade.Puddles turn to ice with a mirror shine,tempting to be broken…

Norway
Original Poetry

Norway

Log cabins, skyward plumes of silver smokeAir so frigid, it steals your breath away Banks of soft glistening white line the roadsTowering as tall as a full-grown manThe keen thrill of travelling snug, behindA dashing…