The snow was beautiful

falling softly

it’s purity blanketing the earth

it’s quiet whisper

full of her longing.

She wrote for him

her Winter’s muse

warming him with her prose

delicately caressing his soul

her kiss felt

across land and sea.

He was the book

she would not

could not

put down

kept in the forgotten library of her mind

where she would read him again and again

ravenous for the words

that would bring him closer

until she found him

and herself

again

in Spring’s serenade.

#soulwords

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Photograph taken from The Unintended Muse