Updated: Nov 17, 2020
She traveled west, through verdant plains,
through cragged and broken mountain range
She sought a doctor's kind exchange
To cure her heart's affliction strange.
Atop a peak she caught a chill.
Cut by the wind she lost her will.
The frigid snow fell silent, still
serene foothills, a cold good will.
Downhill a rambler passing through
Approached, his gentle eyes imbued
a salve that soothes the scar tissue
and mends a soul that split in two.
Deeply he knelt, kindled a fire.
She warmed herself, sweetly admired.
His handsome features now inspired,
her speech, to mention, to inquire.
He told her of his home below
serene foothills, beneath the snow,
she would be safe there from her woe
his eyes glistened, the flames aglow.
She simpered in the dancing light,
her wounds had eased their appetite
on this man's kindness, calm and bright,
Serene foothills under starlight.
Two winters passed, they birthed a child,
and with her heart she reconciled,
it's painful ways now tender, mild.
Serene foothills, she softly smiled.