Winter came like a thief. A quiet taker—stealing the lovely from her heart & leaving only the empty.
Some mornings the silent snowfall was the only reminder of who she was. With the snow, she had company & yet had quiet. In the quiet she could hear her dreams again.
The external chill dampened her internal fire. A flicker remained.
A flicker, however weak & small, is alas fire.
Unceasable & unsiezable. Unquenchable & insensible.
She's a winter flicker growing into a springtime wildfire.