The breath of winter spreads a filigree of ice
upon the hands of trees. She whispers the promise
of eternal love in white. Forget the sun, she tells you
I am here to stay. Lover to darkness, she holds
the power of warmth, forcing the shivering limbs
to layer or retreat. Yet the tree remembers life
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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