Orion's Gift

Winter has come to the prairie

There were times she felt him near her
His breath soft and slow
Rising and falling
But he did not hear her
On the prairie flowers no longer bloomed
Only the prairie's wuthering grew.

The harsh hand of winter lay firm
No life within
No life without
But he was not near her
On the prairie their love had bloomed
Only the winter's cold filled her.

The dead of winter lay before her
She breathed slowly
Thought of him
But he did not think of her
On the prairie surprised she turned
To find the meadowlarks.


The cycle begins with "Searching for Orion"