Winter’s Sleep
Seeds seem to sleep
through winter’s cold, quiet blankets
Trees seem to wait nakedly
through winter’s raging storms
I seem to turn away
through winter’s darkened skies
But truly,
we are all journeying to gather this winter
journeying to pray with our Great Mother this winter
reaching, nestling, sinking down
into Her fertile soils, her pulsing womb
to be protected, nourished, adored
receiving memories of who we will be
creating gentle streams of intentions from here to there
Truly,
we are journeying in our stillness this winter
finding the secret, hidden possibilities borne within us
listening to the quiet beating of our soul
remembering the truth of our dreams
resting in being surrounded
preparing for the great creation about to begin
For in the Spring
the seed will awaken to the possibility
of becoming a cheerful cosmos
the tree will burst forth in the creation
of canopies of living green joy
I will turn again
painting promises of possibilities with youth-filled abandon
across your sky
Jennifer Cedar
3/20/09
Jen–thank you, and again, thank you!
Now that the snow is flying by my window, I came back to read this beautiful poem again. “listening to the quiet beating of my soul”
B
I love the possibilities of youth-filled abandon! I will be looking in the skies for your painting.