Twas’ the falling snow that began the tale

Fluttering now;

Swooping,

Arcs of

Soft,

Sweet,

Color.

Hands braided

Like roots,

Strong,

Passionate,

Underneath

Scattering wheels

Of hope;

Love.

The orange sun

Setting,

Slowly,

Gracefully,

On the horizon.

Wind through

Limbs of

Wood and

Flesh;

Warm chills

Strong around

My heart,

My soul.

Love

Through the

Air

In the Winter,

Cherry Petals.