Do you smell it? Be still in the warming sun. Smell the North forest Stretch out of its long dark nap To the rising birdsong that will not still. Let it drag you too from the damp chill, This primal aroma of the midyear solstice. A soul’s awakening for us all— Gaia’s children drawing strengthContinue reading “The Awakening”
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Midwinter Grace
I stood between the sun and my car And felt the heat from one amplified by the other Spread along my thighs as I scraped ice from the windows Heavy frost still graced the drive. My breath hung in silver clouds But golden winter sunshine enwrapped the scene: An infusion of joy in bleak midwinter.
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