In this time of the year,
fog might appear.
If the mind gets sad,
I day dream instead.

They grey wall,
a canvas over all.
Free to paint,
free to interpret.

It invites to creativity,
for things you cannot see.
Fairys playing hide and seek,
try and risk a peek.

Make it cosy and warm,
my kingdom, my dorm.
Never lonely,
my mind set free.

Treat myself well,
safe space in my turtle shell.
Try it during these days,
when the fog outside strays.

Let joy and smile become true,
let the fog shelter you,
The world rests until spring,
until the birds again sing.

Plenty of time to rest the mind,
to be to yourself kind.
Perfect for pen and paper session,
or your long delayed guitar lession.