Winter of Beauty
by Amy Hale Auker
The winter Bride wears diamonds. To those down below, she appears to be sleeping, locked in a chastity belt of cold. She naps lightly behind the veil of ice and snow, letting it shield her from the sun and throw it back into the sky. But her chill is only skin deep. Inside her hidden folds and caves and recesses, the heartbeat of her lives and breathes and curls around the seeds of what will be.