The Silver Lady of the Wood

…Robed in their crystalline coats of white the mighty firs rise around me, silent sentinels keeping watch until the girl with the golden eyes returns. The downy flakes are falling again deepening the already impenetrable silence. Unsure why I find myself standing still; drinking in the cold air the only sound my own heart rhythmically keeping time. The mist of my breath disappears into the coming twilight and the grey deepens around me. As I draw in the silence I sense the faint elusive traces of hardwood smoke, knowing the crackle of the hearth awaits I set out again. Leaving the moment behind a melancholy wistfulness envelops me and I wonder if I will come again to the silver lady of the wood and her silent sanctuary…

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