Poems: Cold, 2022, Tree Prayer, Soul Breadcrumbs
I’m feeling called to share some poems that have come through in the past year. Enjoy!
Cold
Wintry landscape, harsh.
The sirens, as standing water turns to ice,
remind me of its harshness
like a sharp bluejay crying out in the woods.
I can only imagine the gnawing cold
of people living outside, animals living everywhere
my few short hours in the elements reminding me
of life’s fleetingness
from which I’m not insulated.
A poem for 2022
if you were a dwelling place
you’d be a blowing tarp in the wind
exposing me to strong elements
of wind and water, hot and cold
beauty and pain
remindimg me of my own resilience
and unending connection to that which is bigger than me:
To Love. To Life.
half the year felt like a dream, though I know
it was real
and I learned so much from it.
I’m in a nice cottage for 2023, sweeping the hearth
laying the fire, ready:
birthed into steadiness.
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