Winter Cocoon (new poem)
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Belated Imbolc/Lughnasa blessings all. This week has been busy at work and a bit draining on my spoon level, so I've mostly been quiet. I did however write a new poem on Monday, which a lovely Imbolc feel to it.
So I leave it here for you to read, and wish you all warmth, light, and love.
Winter Cocoon
Powdery snow dances on the wind across the frozen lake;
the world cocooned in layers of white.
And I enjoy my own winter cocoon, layers of warmth
wrapped around me, some providing warmth of a different kind-
Care and love woven in with each knit or purl stitch.
The air is sharp, but the sun glorious against my skin.
Soon the sap will be flowing, drops of gold plinking into buckets;
the days lengthening even more and the earth stirring, awakening.
But for now, there is beauty to enjoy in this winter scene—
the crunch of snow underfoot, the frozen paintings of ice on morning windows,
the music made by skipping rocks across lake ice,
the flash of red as Cardinals dart through trees.
I burrow into my woven cocoon and know that soon,
soon I will be able to shed these layers--
stretch my arms like wings in a warm summer breeze,
curl toes in soft green grass and bite into sweet, sweet strawberries.
Spring will come, soon followed by summer.
Until then, I am cocooned in warmth and wrapped in love.
So I leave it here for you to read, and wish you all warmth, light, and love.
Winter Cocoon
Powdery snow dances on the wind across the frozen lake;
the world cocooned in layers of white.
And I enjoy my own winter cocoon, layers of warmth
wrapped around me, some providing warmth of a different kind-
Care and love woven in with each knit or purl stitch.
The air is sharp, but the sun glorious against my skin.
Soon the sap will be flowing, drops of gold plinking into buckets;
the days lengthening even more and the earth stirring, awakening.
But for now, there is beauty to enjoy in this winter scene—
the crunch of snow underfoot, the frozen paintings of ice on morning windows,
the music made by skipping rocks across lake ice,
the flash of red as Cardinals dart through trees.
I burrow into my woven cocoon and know that soon,
soon I will be able to shed these layers--
stretch my arms like wings in a warm summer breeze,
curl toes in soft green grass and bite into sweet, sweet strawberries.
Spring will come, soon followed by summer.
Until then, I am cocooned in warmth and wrapped in love.
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