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

swaying shadows.

Winter settles.

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.

Winter blossoms.