Misty

The sparks of cloudy air dressed her ankles like a floating breeze, whilst walking on the lakeside.
Galaxies of stars and colour filled the skies around her.
Then it started to snow rapid flakes of all magnificent shapes and sizes,
Washing over her sweet young body as she walked through her sacred garden, showered in ice.
She pressed her eyelids into a squint her full delicate force into the winds, statuesque with glorious might.
Her glistening cottage glowed magically with candlelit lanterns hung up by the whirlwind of steps to her door.
She swished the snow making her misty coloured path appear and disappear then entered the warm comfort of her much loved home and lay on a large fluffy white rug beside a roaring log fire.
She reached for her birdcages and let free her miriad of mystic beings to fly around her with love songs and tune as feathers and wing dust shimmered from tiny cherubs floating out of the windows blessing her as she fell into slumber.