Frosted

My house is covered in pure white snow
which decorates it with big white pearls
There are candy canes on my front lawn
spiraling and glittering in the light
The icicles hang from the roof like little spears
threatening to fall at any moment
I break one off and place it in my mouth
and it melts into sugary icing delight

A Day in Fall

The park of red in the midst of grey
tumbling along its destined path
before floating up to where it once fell from
where the green that it was ceases to exist

The sound is the fluttering of a million wings
that fly through the fire colored trees

The air is filled with with the scent of leaves and moss
and the paper which gently flutters beneath my hand
as I stare into the distance and whisper to the wind

Weekly Writing Prompt

Today's Prompt: Pretend you are carried away by a bunch of balloons.

  She walks quietly in the wind, her hair flowing behind her. Her bunch of colorful  balloons is swept up in the wind, carrying her with them. She can see the world from above. She sees a man sitting on the park bench, reading the daily newspaper. She sees a woman walking her dog, and a child eating an ice cream cone. She sees ducks waddling from a pond. She rises higher. Soon her feet touch the tips of the clouds, and she looks up. She wonders what will happen to her. When will she stop?

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