We are in Winters time now,
can you remember what that's like?
You are not welcomed
into mornings darkness
with a tender summer breeze,
but you are still welcome
if you can bow to the ice,
and listen for the hungry teeth
that might reach out to take you.
Open your front door
to the frozen, buried world
dotted with signs
of the pregnant grace of life,
for those who know how to see.
Listen for her quiet breath as she sleeps,
taking lovers in dreams,
wrapping them in the glory of her thighs
made of flooding rains and landslides,
drawing us deeper
into her heat
to restore our souls.
You can feel her for yourself,
beneath the frozen rocks of the ice blocked river,
her life pulse
waiting
beating in time
with you.
We can welcome this darkness
and remember Her
in Winters time.
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