Always Winter (Revision)

[milo]

for Jadis

The first flakes were red--not white.
Before light, before night, there was
an everlasting tree.

Before the tree,
if you held a stone
to your ear
it would whisper
of seeds beneath soil--
the buds restless.

If you warmed the stone
between your hands,
it would pulse like the heart
of a traitor,

like a blush
on your too-white skin.

~~~
Slight edit: combined two strophes

I am going to break the rules for.a minute just to point out that you reminded me how much I loved the books. (I have committed to rereading them after reading this). The poem? Yes, of course I loved it, parts read too easy but since.when is that a crime
I will try to return.