Creativity frozen.

Illumination dimmed.

Cogitations circling.

Ideations clouded.

Presses persistent.

Until,

Serendipity,

Of,

Apricity,

Alights,

Upon,

Blizzarded,

Page,

Warmthfully,

Woven,

Words,

Round,

Wintry,

Wonderland. ; )

Here, we parade as a wintry two.

There, they dance up in a junkanoo.

Some step low.

Others high.

Some step soft.

Others loud.

Celebrations of a different kind,

Can still both share-sync-soul ties that bind. : )

Ave aphonic peeps,

At dawn’s melody,

Singing cross the sky,

Whilst morning goldens,

Warmth on waiting wings,

Anticipating,

Cause to answer awes,

With hued harmony. ; )

Bread aimed firstly to the left, but, then, tossed to the right,

Means that Mr. Mallard misses afternoon’s first bite.

But, child’s chicanery followed by a laughing sneer,

Notices not hoodwinked’s hen stealthily drawing near.

BOOM! Mum’s quacking flaps jump-scare kid kid into the lake,

For lesson’s learn: best not try to ducky ducks out-fake. ; )

Writer’s block.

Deadline’s tock.

Beads of letters sweat.

Semantics not yet.

Creation’s string longs to link.

Hopes for text tie down to think.

Alights serendipity in kind—

Like angelophany of the mind. ; )