She woke up one morning
to find a wolf at her door.
Curious she was
about how he found his way to her;
and she - her way to him.
Curious she was
about the little treasure box
he held in his hands
almost invisible at first
in the mystical fog
that hung heavy over the land.
But she could feel her heart soften
like baby's breath
blowing a soft wind
lighting warm embers
melting frozen ice
that crystallized
into a rainbow of snowflakes.
Willingly
she took all the pictures
from her past
and gently reframed them
in white birch bark frames
known by some as "Christmas Wood".
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Aww, this is beautiful. Way to go.
I like the 'reframing' idea.
N.
Like a melancholy smile.....
Thanks for the comments - it's a pleasure, as usual!
hmmmmm..... inspired by a certain howling friend perhaps? *smile*
Right you are, cry-alone. Our chance meeting seems very providential to me - and quite enjoyable. He appears to be a man of great compassion and very definitely has quite an Enjoyable sense of humour.
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