Embers of the Frozen Forest

A snowy forest wrapped in silence

A beautiful spirit standing deep within

Weaving through the stillness of the silver world

Her platinum hair flows like moonlight filtering through

There are no footprints where she walks

Only diamond-dust snow dancing into the air

A robe of thin ice tied with an indigo sash

It is a single teardrop woven by the winter night

Even the cold wind, when it touches her fingertips

Transforms into a gentle breath

The golden glow of an old cabin shining behind her

It is the final heat that the harsh winter keeps hidden

The ice spirit, who should know nothing of warmth

What is reflected in her eyes when she gazes at that light?

“It is not that winter will never end,

it is simply sleeping deep, deep down to wait for spring.”

As she gently holds out her hand

The twinkling light becomes stardust, clearing the darkness

And casts a gentle magic upon the frozen world

#Inspiration from three prompts
#Project by Mikan Katagiri

Prompt 4: A world imagined from an illustration