01/28/2026
Where Warmth Finds Its Way
In the white breath of the forest,
she walks with quiet steps,
snow listening beneath her feet,
the old trees holding their prayers.
A deer appears from the hush—
eyes like embers in winter ash.
They pause, two heartbeats meeting,
no fear between them, only knowing.
Cold loosens its grip on the air.
The forest leans closer to listen.
Earth Mother stirs beneath the snow,
wrapping them in her unseen fire.
She does not reach, the deer does not flee.
Warmth is already there.
In that sacred moment,
winter remembers how to soften.
(Art by Serin Alar)
🖊️Poem: Piahn