A dream of winter

Picture perfect postcard from the past

Like a picture perfect postcard from the past

complete with snowy backdrop.

My memory replays…

how happy and carefree I felt,

that cold but cosy winter on the ice.

Holding on to what felt safe

in what turned out to be a complicated youth.

I still dream of winters like that,

to sweep me off my feet and brush away the painful truths

of what was going on inside my soul

without me having a clue.

Note: my little winter poem inspired by Beth Kempton’s Winter Writing Sanctuary.

Much love, Mies x