BY VALENTYNA HOLLOWAY
Frigid air pours through the window
freezing the melodious notes that
hang like crystals into shimmering silence.
Prayerful roses slowly submit
to the hoarfrost and turn to ice.
The bare branches dance in the wind
as the world sleeps beneath it’s
And yet, I don’t feel the chill
in the air as Your hand slips into mine.
The velvet calm purring against
my heart as we fall into step together.
Wandering across the sleeping landscape
as the trees waltz over our heads.