More snow. More cold. More snow. More cold.
WHAT WE IMAGED
Winter wants the Mitten
The Lower grabs the Upper
Pulls the weight of white starflakes
In perfect form down heavy to palm
The best to do is to roll to the center
A tight ball of the white chill
Fight it all out till the end
Lay your angel down in
Extended sweeps of arms
And legs, prostrate to the heavens
Better to pray for world peace
Than the hope of Winter’s end
There’s more than any of us need
In the slip and slide to where you
Want to go if you can get there
In the silence of the black and white
Winter wants the Mitten hard
Like I said. best to roll to the center
Lay your angel down and pray
Happy New Year and Happy New Moon. Thank to all of you for visiting, listening, responding to my words laid out here in the free fall of the moments. I especially love when you say a few words, share a little deeper. I invite you to do more of that if you are moved to do so. Give me a prompt to write about. mmmmm?
Word Press sent out a letter telling me about how my blog was followed for the year; from where people came, how many comments and likes, what tags, and phrases were most followed. It was interesting that people came from all over the world and the tag ‘crop circle’ was one of the highest sought after tags. I wrote one thing about crop circles. Ha a haha.
It was good that my name held some weight to the searches. Also, ‘school bus’ was ‘googled’ and I was found for the one poem I wrote about a school bus. The most visited post was the one I wrote the day before I gave my little dog back to the earth. It was a very painful write that day. I miss him still.
It’s all so very interesting.
It’s clear, that what keeps me at this blog is the art and act of writing, the discipline of having a place to share it seems to provoke my words. and keeps me writing. I’m not sure I would sit here and write nearly every day if I didn’t have a place to give it away to. tho’ everything I write does not get shared.
There is much to do this month in the gathering of things that need doing. The snow is deep and the trudge through it is tiring. The sun hides a lot here in Michigan in the Winter, which is mostly OK. I’ll find my way to make it less of a trudge and more of a making of appreciation of the beauty of the White and chill. Lay an angel or two on the fresh powder.
New in the darkness
Invites surrender to light
Crescent to Full-ness.
Make this not the End of a year
Rather invite each new day
A moment to raise up and
Sound out a new beginning.
These are the days and
You are the ONe.
Not a corner of the Universe
Is without a place to celebrate
Cozy your heart around
What gives you joy.
Be renewed in loves call
There are no wasted moments
Light knows her darkness
Kindness waits for you to notice her
Peace is in your breath
Love has never left you
Make this not the End of the Year
Make this the beginning of a moment
And another moment, and another
filled with the gratitude of love’s ease
Make no doubt that you are Loved
There is no ending to the everlasting