Glowing mist shrouds slivered moon,
red- -morning light pierces the horizon- -
minus fifteen degrees- -
Wandering night shadows
ice ornaments glisten- -
nature crisp and clean- -embraces
my senses- -electric.
I listen and cling to every particle
Sage smoke offered inward,
I give thanks.
Earth’s eternal love
unmasked in the dawning
she feeds my soul.
Bird’s wing flutter stirs
snow from branches,
even whispered echoes ripple- -
action and reaction in motion
turning, churning- -
learning my way back
through ancestral dreams.
It’s an unconditional thing,
in this new year.
Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.
- aWaKeNiNgs (dldselfnarration.wordpress.com)
- We have wintered enough, mourned enough, oppressed ourselves enough. Our souls are too long cold and buried, our dreams all but forgotten, our hopes unheard�We awaken to the power so abundant, so holy, that returns each year through sun and sky. We will (quotationsbook.com)
- The Awakenings Project (psychsplash.com)