February Snow
Category: seasons
Dew
Dew kissed meadow.
Tree skeletons,
Silhouetted by fog.
Meadow’s undulating waves
Shrouded in mist.
Appearing and disappearing
A familiar landscape
Changed by drops of dew.
A Celebration of Light and Love
Embrace the feminine,
Rejoin the world of light and shadow.
My sisters await,
I have been gone too long.
But they are patient, their rhythmic drumming continues,
A call for wisdom to those who have come before.
The drums awaken in our souls the
Primal sounds of life.
Listen to the crows cry in morning
Listen to the night sounds resonate with the vibrations of life.
Brook and sky
Flow together in harmony.
My soul reunites with my heart.
My place is remembered and rejoined.
My heart is endless, and knows no time or place,
It retains a place for him.
He who completes the connection,
Body and soul as no other can.
But I have learned, that to desert myself,
To love so completely that I lose myself
Is not what it is meant to be.
My love must complement who I am
Not become who I am.
My love for him is eternal,
It takes up no space and has no limits but
I will not allow it to consume me.
If only he could know, could feel as I do,
Our love would be as it was intended, the connection would be complete.
The space between us would dissolve into vapor and
We would be one in harmony with earth and sky.
Together
And the crows would cry at sunrise
And the night sounds would resonate with the sound of my sisters singing and drumming in celebration of light and love, love as it should be.
2/11/15
MC
I wrote this for him last year, a lovely fantasy, very lovely but equally lonely…
Perspective
What is this need,
This longing.
This emptiness that
Wants to be filled.
Wanting is the key,
Necessity is a luxury.
To feel the depth,
The inward spiral
Taking me down through the darkness,
Back into the light.
But now the light is warm
As the darkness once was.
A shift in perspective,
Leaves the darkness behind,
Softens the wrong.
2/14/15
MC
(I wrote this almost a year ago, after the first time he left me and then he came back and I was very happy, for a time but then he left again. I was never what he wanted, just someone to fill the space inside until, until what, I don’t know… and now?)
Curtis Field in Winter (originally posted 2/27/15)
Waves of white,
Dunes of snow.
A magical expanse
Of openness and light.
Wind swirls the
Snow in columns,
Leaving patterns of circles
In their wake.
The wind howls in eerie
Cries of loneliness and desperation.
All life is kept covered
Awaiting the sun,
Resting in the silence
And stillness of cold.
A ring of trees keeps watch
And defines the space.
I sit in the snow and sing.
My song resonates in the emptiness changing forever the space within.
This place fills me
And I am empty no more.
Dissolving
I sit, candlelight flickering
Through my eyelids.
The skylight reflects the candlelight back to me,
And the new moon back to the moon.
The night landscape is dark,
Cold and endless.
I am cold and endless as I rise above the candle.
The wind blows my hair and chills my bones.
My eyes scan the dark earth.
Fields lie in wait, trees sleep.
Hills role on to hills,
And night sky meets night wood.
My body and gaze rise above
The wood to the sky.
Dark joining dark,
Points of light joining points of light.
In the darkness there is no separation of earth and sky.
In my darkness there is no separation.
The flicker of candlelight
Through the skylight fades with distance.
The quiet and dark become who I am,
All encompassing, all inclusive, comforting
All dissolving into one.
Autumn Failings
A new crop is rising,
A crop of hats, mittens,
Dog toys and charcoal grills,
Picnic tables and croquet mallets,
Ripped tarps and broken flower pots,
All forgotten, abandoned when winter forced us inside and slammed the door behind us.
A crop not intentionally left behind, just not thought of
In the business of life, lack of day and lengthening nights.
Our forgetfulness was hidden by darkness. In the awakening Spring,
The rakes and shovels are still hiding behind the trees, but
The lawn chairs and gnomes are springing up
From their blanket of snow,
They rise like statues, offerings to the Gods of Winter.
The snow retreats from their shoulders, knees and feet
To reveal the flattened un-mown lawn beneath them,
Left over proof of our Autumn failings.
We stare from our windows at the litter of
Leftovers and wonder how we could have forgotten them all as
They look back at us with blank faces,
Trying to pretend that it never really happened.
Winter White
Winter mornings,
Cold, gray skies
Weep snowflakes in
Drifts of white.
Tree branches are outlined with
Each twig and bud coated in white.
The evergreen’s frosted tips are decorations done by
The Creator’s loving hands.
Isn’t it wonderful how rain drops turn white when they freeze, nice touch God!
The Creator has a flair for external decorating!
Cardinals come to my birdfeeders in January
And perch in the nearby evergreens to eat their breakfast.
A perfect Christmas card picture
Naturally created in red, white and green.
Chickadees wear their little black caps all winter, eat their fill at the birdfeeders,
And gather in groups at the bottom of winter’s abandoned bird houses to keep warm.
Squirrels sit in my window boxes eating stolen bird seeds
And watch me through the window watching them.
Their little ears and eyes ever alert and twitching.
Danger could be lurking behind every snow back and tree trunk.
And while I sit, warm and safe inside by the woodstove, I think of how hard it must be to
Live as the wild creatures do, where your survival depends on your alertness.
But really, is that so difference from our lives? We would do well to take a lesson from the
Winter creatures, our survival as a species ultimately depends on our alertness as well.
So while the snowy silence fills our days, pay attention to the winter wilds, be alert to the
now and the lurking dangers behind the snow banks and tree trunks will disappear on their own.
Watch the squirrels, appreciate the beauty of the Cardinals and evergreens, embrace the cold,
Treasure the winter sky and white rain drops and be grateful for what there is and
Be, just Be.
Star Soul
Star shine drips from the night sky and runs along the naked winter tree branches like syrup
Leaving iridescent trails of silver to wrap around the rough barked trunks.
The sliver shine lights my way
As it spills star souls on the forest floor and
While I follow the star trails, eons pass in an instant and eternity sleeps
In the soft warm glow of acceptance and starlight.
The cold surrounds my soul and heart in these winter depths and
Dense air adds clarity to my vision as I walk the trials of the stars.
These star trails take me to a different place, a place at once new and ancient,
A place to observe all in silence while cloaked in the winter wood.
I see mosses hold their breath in the glow of the star-flow and hear them whispering their secrets to a silent waiting cosmos while holding tightly to the trunks of the trees.
Late geese fly across the moon, their cries urgent in the night sky
Confused by the uncommon shimmering silver ground below.
I am not alone in this realm of silver winter as
The forest is full of the souls and spirits of summer’s love.
I feel them all around me, darting in and out of tree shadows,
Stopping to watch me from behind drifts of truth and light.
The discarded autumn leaves warm the soil beneath the drifts
And life waits in patient stillness.
My mind becomes as still as the waiting life as I travel the empty space between the stars reflected in snow’s white depth.
There is no urgency in me or in this place
Only the beauty and silence of peace and star light.
The winter forest is a secret,
A complete world in and of itself hiding in plain sight.
Its silence a decoy to protect its love lying safe and secure underground.
Go to the forest; breathe in the silent dripping starshine,
Follow the starlight as it traces the outline your soul.
Blend with the magic of the forest as
It is only there under the canopy of eternity that you can become as silent and still
As the dense crisp air surrounding you and once again, as in the beginning,
Go home to that place within that holds you in the soft silver glow of now and
Within that silent place returns you to wholeness.
The soul of the winter forest knows and understands you.
She waits for your return.
Winter Forest
The essence of the winter forest
Is human and divine.
Its emptiness is overwhelming
In its fullness.
Its love is sweetened by sorrow
And its sorrow is purified by love.
Its silence is deafening
With voices muted by cold but
The trees are full of love and patience and can
Heal our hearts from hurt and loss if only we will ask.
Yet, most perceive only what they want to see and miss the beauty of the winter forest,
Lift the veil and see the truth,
Can’t you hear it calling?
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