Midwinter Dreams

He returned at the solstice, ice flecking his beard, the scent of wind clinging to his coat, starlight in his eyes. Goosebumps raced along my skin at the brush of his cold fingers against my cheek, and joy and passion stirred to life within the barren earth of my heart, where they had lain like sleeping daffodils during his absence. His lips met mine in a kiss that tasted of firelight and wood smoke, of cocoa and nutmeg. He was all the comforts of home and hearth, the ephemeral beauty of falling snow, the thrill of anticipation sparked by a wrapped gift, and in his arms I bloomed like winter jasmine.

Written for the¬†Her Heart Forms¬†poetic prose prompt “sleeping daffodils.”