Because the harsh days of winter invariably lead to rebirth, I am thankful for short days and cold nights. This scratchy wool that punishes my skin somehow prepares my body to receive the healing touch of silk and satin that is the warmth of spring. A celebration, this joy in knowing that each self-inflicted hibernation prepares an invocation of renewal. Hold fast the belief … Continue reading Awaiting Renewal
As night arrives on the wings of ravens black and unforgiving winter’s chill settles in my bones like broken glass I retreat Within my inner sanctum age creeps slowly layer upon layer like the blankets that surround me Alone and frail succumbing to isolation without a promise of reprieve burdens carve lines in once tender skin I hibernate Silent voices whisper words not meant … Continue reading Winter Doldrums
To the dark and dreary, I acquiesce A steel grey sky harbors silence, grieving and I regress, lost in proper pain and process Aware as storm clouds gather, scheming A steel grey sky harbors silence, streaming and of hummingbirds and summer’s warmth, I obsess to chase away this chill I’m feeling Poking at demons dancing in lukewarm tea without success And of hummingbirds and summer’s … Continue reading Winter’s Grasp
When the view from everyday life is overwhelming and the familiar becomes strange I long to feel the sun burning my tender skin again, just to feel alive When the same street below is vacant and dreary and the cold seeps in, somehow penetrating shuttered windows and closed doors, and the only sound is suffocating silence… Silence… I slip and fall Silence…as treacherous as that … Continue reading Defying Winter
