Silently snow falls through the
Night air.
Our baby's first winter in the
Woods is
Filled with
Light from flame and star
And the scent of pine.
Kettle whistles split the silence, and
Each guest fills a mug with hot cocoa.
Soon the magic of the night calls us
Outside, and I turn my face up,
Nose held high and tongue extended.
My feet crunch through the snow as I search for an icy treat, but
Your hand finds mine to lead me inside.
Next winter will be the same:
Our baby a year older, a
Simple celebration of joy in these
Enchanted trees.