Winter's Grasp

Inspired by the image

The dead world lay bleak and silent beneath winter’s unyielding grasp. Cold seeped into her bones, froze her flesh. Almost she forgot what she was, why she was here.

She sighed a living breath into the frozen ground. A green shoot broke soil, grew into a single, red rose.

Warmth spread from its roots, thawing the earth around it. Grass reached hungrily and woke. The rebirth had begun.

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

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