Down and down into the snow … or was it snow? Could it be cotton-wool, maybe something else. I really couldn’t be sure, the stuff wasn’t viscus … nor particularly sticky. On the other hand, it wasn’t really cold either.
Down and down I walked into the odd pinkish light with its eerie accents of green. The wind moaned just at the end of the stairs. I could see footprints … both of human and of strange animals. I heard a crunching and the sound of the trees whooshing … in the distance, a harp and violin played and a voice hummed. Much to my surprise, the voice was my own.
The world seemed to shake and shimmer and yet, there was no other sign of life outside of the trees.
A bell began to ring sharply, penetrating my mind like a sharp spike so I closed my eyes tightly but couldn’t close my ears.
Birds sang and I felt a cosy warmth all around me.
I opened my eyes to the sunshine pouring through my window. Spring had returned.
a winter landscape
hidden is the call of spring
my eyes open
© G.s.k. ‘16
Walking With Bastet in Prose 
Thank you! I’ll add the link to the list 🙂
And I thank you very much Sue! 🙂
I’ve scheduled a reblog for tomorrow 🙂
Cool … looking forward to that … when do you usually schedule your prompts?
The prompt goes out on Thursday afternoon as a rule. 🙂
Hope and renewal!
Nice interpretation Carol … 😉
🙂
Delightful post. Thank you. I enjoyed the visit.
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Fantastic!
Thanks!