Something I randomly wrote yesterday.

A Winter returns to flesh so tired

Now hopes seem dashed and broken

Even a promise of more snow, once nestling hope, seems now threat of more pain

But onward we climb, over every hurdle, walking through every gate

To the new walk where good company sings

Where warm food is served alongside warmer smiles

And truth breathes once more

As the humble nose of the rabbit

Long tables of kingly touch, replete with magical food adorning every inch 

Princesses like Avril and Megan, masters of song, calming every anger and worry 

For a night

Or for a complete tale

The sun is loud but silent; a wallpaper felt but forgotten

Magpies dance among geese and geese chase silly dreams

Megan=Megan Ruby Walsh

Avril=Avril Ramona Lavigne