Approaching Winter
Twinkling lights. I remember
twinkling,
clouds resplendent awaiting snowfall.
It's Persephone's time below,
growing in power, regality.
Friend to post-living souls,
hearing their stories,
sharing her own,
from the above time.
Flitting about,
we sing seasonal phrases,
sweat anxiously in crowded malls
over inner demands for a never
remembered perfection.
Children standing in awe below
magnificence of glowing giant trees.
Cities returning to primal forest
for an imaginary season.
Telling ourselves our stories that
Santa might find us worthy
of that shiny plaything that will
make us all right, make us happy.
Happy little children, so Mama
and Papa might be proud,
stop fighting,
tell us happy children stories,
take us back to the Garden.
Deep below, Persephone combs
her silken hair, long tangly
root
core
essence.
Magical petals of bliss and succulent
aroma
lightly fall within the Garden walls.
The flowers are sleeping, blanketed
in
millennial layers,
reverberations of stories,
plotlines thick with forest lore.
Snowflakes twinkle, lightly falling
draping long-growing trees
peacefully awaiting their
Queen.
Trees to Dream
on
Pine mountain
scent
majestic snow-globe
memories
ancient betwixt sky and
earth
basking in waning
sunlight,
twinkling night
encroaching.
Fluttering leaves cast
in white lace and starry
splendor.
Long have we
remained
cycling through death's
rebirth,
seasons of land and breath
linked
in enduring countenance to
face
winds of fate and
change.
Days have been when brutal
cold
demanding sacrifice saw hunt
and harvest.
Nights given to ceremony,
eloping
frenzied dance, spontaneous
gaiety
-- a tribal stew of
sustenance.
Abiding spirit,
faith
through the dark
times,
built on timber, built on
years
of sun, storm, forces
claimed
and reconfigured to bring us
here.
Reconnecting, anchoring to
tales
told in firelight, strong
wood, bright tinder,
releasing ancient light,
charms, secrets,
holding warmth to
warmth,
life to life
year to year.
Winter Song O' Mother
Sun
Winter homage to our waning
Sun
that she will return, feed us
Her light and heat,
essential
energy.
Mother Star, we
entreat
thee with ceremony, song and
dance,
glorious pageantry at your
feet,
a synergy of trance and formal
prayer.
We, your children, refine
your gift of sight,
designing
grand structures, grander
complexities,
imaging rainbows from
your
streaming light.
See our visions learn to
take
flight
under your warm
embrace
and on faith through hours of
night.
These long dark days, we beseech
you,
reach out, join our
hands,
to honor warmth of your reflected
love,
Mother Sun.
Faery Dance on
Mistletoe
Awhirl through heavenly
ether,
bountifully surrounding Mother
Earth.
Chiaroscuro costumed
comedy.
Broad traverse to and fro
our
holy star of warmth and
light.
Meanwhile, Ma and Pa
nestled under sugarplum faery
flight
take respite from endless
woe,
chance for care, to
become re-aware,
dare shining moments.
Swirling stars,
heaven
beating Earthly
cadence,
call enchantment.
Fueled by faery dust
bright starhaze
guides us
into romance.
Serene white flakes
tumble.
Cold, clear-air
insight.
Magical season.
Deeply felt reason
to celebrate
delight
of candy-cane smiles,
St. Nicholas drums.
Darling remembrance
and what we hope
comes.
Coalescence of
blessings
like tinselly stars dancing to
Moonlight.
December Wine
Decant December wine
best saved for end
of the year
held in joy of
anticipation
Traveling the hills on sleigh
rides
of old
Reliving the thrills
over
fine age and spirit
a day we hold dear
it is worth far more than
gold
I see a star pale and strong
hear a wind
made of song
holy choirs singing
There is nothing wrong with
desire
Wonders of will, of
intensity
wild like the sweet breath
of winter
the joy of being alive
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