"...I trusted in the Almighty… I knew I could only be killed once,
and I had to die sometime."
-Anne Bailey, 1823

Friday, February 24

Mistress Winter

Mistress Winter hath carelessly thrown her glistening white cape over hill and dale. Tiny black eyes of woodland creatures slowly blink as each sparkling flake tumbles to the ground. This lovely blanket of Mistress Winter's choosing is snugged over nest, branch and grass.

Through the misty morning a ray of sunlight is cast upon a lone rabbit's tracks, and deep below the bows of a cedar his mate awaits his return.

The day hath quickly passed and now the wind howls and trees moan, I clutch my blanket to my chest and regret most sincerely this night I shall be alone.
The candle wavers nearly extinguished, yet rather in my mind's eye I see a tiny cabin filled with firelight. Shadows dance upon the walls, together my love and I. Whispered words, a laugh, a sigh. Sweet memories held close to warm me until once again together we shall be. 

The shutters smash into the glass, the pleasant reverie hath passed. Another blanket I pull to chin as I lie in my bed, alone again.
And deep below the cedar tree, a single pair of eyes slowly blink while her fur ruffles in the wind.