She smiled on the gift and sign, her mind in dreams as she rearranged the green and colored open blooms—petals soft in delicate of thin and fair of light-toned hues.
Her spirit was in romance, her mind in same. She moved about the room, near in float, with a levity of spirit’s way.
In world of white, snow-covered ground, and haze of sky that tried to shine, she thought to spring—to garden and green. Her spirit and levity lightened the more and, as if match and mirror to her mirth, sun broke, brilliant and splintering, through burned erasing of haze.
Her heart warmed at sight of the light and touch of its warmth in through, a gifted heat that further seemed sky-resonance to spirit’s match.
The world was full of romance, gifted infinite signs, when one opened and allowed to see.
She saw and recognized them then, romance in heart, romance in spirit, as she rearranged the blooms—their light and delicate of hues—in act of heighten, celebration, of their beauty.
Further mirror and spirit-resonance, she felt lovely as the blooms: warmed and delicate opened in full gifting of hidden beauty of saved heart wholly bared to see.
Rearranging delicate and beauty of the blooms she dreamt to the spring, to gardens and green, in romance of gifts and signs.