Winter pulls me into his cold arms
Rocks me down to my roots
Where the sap of me slows
And slows some more in the freeze
into a still quiet place moving
Sustainability holds to the early harvest
When Winter finds no green
Loving the austerity of blank and bare
Naked to the lie the Sun tells in this season
The need to tend to a warm light
comes from the inside out in this
Winter’s cradle of bitter chill
In the rocking back and forth
A slow sway to shimmer the glow
While Winter has his season
And the best is to have gathered enough
food and light to make it through
Tagged: be here now, EARTH CHANGES, GEEZER GIRL, geezer wisdom, JEANNE ADWANI, JEANNE BEAUCHAMP, LIVING IN THE METAPHOR, Michigan winter, WINTER'S COLD ARMS
