WINTER’S COLD ARMS


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Winter pulls me into his cold arms

Rocks me down to my roots

Where the sap of me slows

And slows some more in the freeze

into a still quiet place moving

 

Sustainability holds to the early harvest

When Winter finds no green

Loving the austerity of blank and bare

Naked to the lie the Sun tells in this season

 

The need to tend to a warm light

comes from the inside out in this

Winter’s cradle of bitter chill

In the rocking back and forth

 

A slow sway to shimmer the glow

While Winter has his season

And the best is to have gathered enough

food and light to make it through

 

 

2 Comments

18/01/2014 · 9:13 am

2 responses to “WINTER’S COLD ARMS

  1. Linda Chapman

    This is really wonderful, Jeanne. Your sense of nature, your imagery is transporting.

    Like

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