Winter-white sun paints against a cloudless sky
and the traveller-winds greet the birds
in languages only they understand.

Warm like no fire ever was, and
blinding like all love there ever will be.
Cascading hair is a waterfall of
chestnut, auburn, chocolate and cinnamon.

A true winter delight.

A piano steps in time with a
distant violin and, together song
and dance flow.
A couple made of the same, for each other.

I wonder if they love each other,
or are they simply soulmates?
What else could explain the beauty of their creation?