Snowflake Kisses : Verse 3

Unable to pick only one word out of today’s verse, I opted to be inspired by the entire line.

Snowflakes on eyelashes brings back so many wonderful personal memories, but rather than falling back on reality, I created a sequel to a story I wrote last year – a fictional tale of past struggles filled with mystery, romance and family reunions; two couples forge ahead with determination because they know, no matter what, love will come around this wintertime.

Love Comes Around – Wintertime

Five days had passed since the plane had landed. The fourth night after a bus ride through the city and mountain passes, she was well rested, but still uneasy.

Even though air stood still, like a breath withheld, the morning chill reached her exposed cheeks. But even this and the snow covered ground could not distract from the muffled sound of her steady footsteps. The arctic air took on a different feel – a sense of comfort, safety and warmth. Even though icicles, snow, below zero degrees, and the puffs of cloud with every exhale – there was something so comforting, all around.

Everywhere in sight, the lush, dense, solid evergreens were covered with a blanket of white so thick, she couldn’t help but imagine how cozy it must be for all those nettles below the purest and most natural duvet of down.

A hint of amber light caught the corner of her eye. She leaned into the pine’s snowy branches to better see what she first thought to be a burning flame. Her entire body and breath, as still as the air, like a movie the scene unraveled quickly. Less than a week ago, this was she, in her home with friends and family.

Unable to tear herself away, unblinking she stayed, as the chill of doubt and fear drew near. This, inevitably, always translated into the ache of sorrow. But she was quick to abate the ache.

One last peer into the home’s warm glow, she pulled herself back from the snowy branches. A quick clench of the jaw and a deep breath in, the cold air refreshed like a shot of peppermint. She turned away from the sight of what so recently had been, and with every step, determination and resilience set in.

The snow-covered ground led her gaze to the mountaintops just as white. Uncertain which reached her first, the touch or the sight, but the morning’s first snowflake was on her eyelashes. Like a magnet it stuck, even after the glow of laughter and quick blinking eyes. Her face lit up with heat covering her cheeks, but the snowflake remained, as thick as the others covering the trees. It did not budge. Not until the warmth of her fingertip brushed it off and onto her index, covered with a warm grey glove. Funny she thought, how its icy cold particles instantly warmed her heart.

“Mom!” The familiar and joyful sound of her daughter’s voice jolted her back to reality, and before she could even conjure the wish, there was Cailyn, finally.

“Dad drove me here, but Mark’s on his way. He’ll be here any day now.”

Arms wrapped in a hug filled with so much comfort and love, no longer able to hold back tears – tears of joy, relief, and love – tumbled onto her daughter’s scarf. They slowly parted from the warmth of being so close – but never again as they had for so many years.

Then one by, as they walked on, snowflakes gathered from beyond, and gently dropped from the sky above.

Sublime Subtle Stillness

One two three four
And so many many more
Came down slowly silently
From the sky down to the ground

One two three four
And so many many more
Star-like snowflakes filled the air
On this December so silent and fair

Copyright © Cadence Beret – all rights reserved.

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Cadence Beret

creative writer

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