I stand at the threshold
Grassy green meeting Snowy white
The woods beckon me in
The vast acres of the enchanted forest
Tempting my hooded figure
What lurks in those unknown woods?
I can only imagine the worst
But temptation pulls me in
My boots leaving tracks on the icy carpet
Ten feet in, growing to twenty
My village green, no longer behind me
For the woods go far
They are dark
They are deep
And I have a long way to go
Before I can sleep
whimsical and enchanting…