Will She Return?

The Winter barely stopped by this month. Where she raced off to, no one knows. She kissed the marsh with a gentle breath and froze the floating leaves in an abstract painting of blues and browns.  The ice was as thin as a veil on a virginal bride and the warm air beneath in its joy below tore holes in the veil soon after.

Maybe she was fleeing the fires of earth down under. Maybe she thought, if she did not stop, she could find a place that would still shelter a cold and frigid winter where she could rest again and be welcomed for her quiet and silent beauty.

The ice began to recede as the sun smiled down again the next morning. Winter watches in the cold dark shadows and seems too wary to return.