Some winter nights
are like a fairy tale:
warm amber lights
create a shiny veil
of snowflakes
and puddle, forming lakes
of glitter underneath.
Imagine this:
the cresent of the moon is not too far,
it’s gingerbread that hangs off shiny star.
Please take a bite –
it tastes of sweet and spice.
The magic night –
it happens once or twice
in life or in your head –
who cares which?
Get out of your bed –
it’s time to reach
for warmest coat.
Go and invent
your own tale,
the one that wasn’t meant
to be or last,
that’s written on the sand.
It’s temporary, fleeting.
Feel content.
Accept impermanence, enjoy the ride,
inhale the warmth and go back inside.
