The Thief, Winter

Winter came like a thief. A quiet taker—stealing the lovely from her heart & leaving only the empty. 

Some mornings the silent snowfall was the only reminder of who she was. With the snow, she had company & yet had quiet. In the quiet she could hear her dreams again. 

The external chill dampened her internal fire. A flicker remained. 
A flicker, however weak & small, is alas fire.

Unceasable & unsiezable. Unquenchable & insensible. 
She's a winter flicker growing into a springtime wildfire.