Grandmother Winter dreams again

Out in the cold night I watch the full moon
rise up from the mountains like a god
emerging from dark sleep, scattering light
across the yard.

Sudden snowlight shimmers
on the immense winter quiet.

A string of colored prayer flags tied in the black
branches of the apricot tree lifts praises
to the wind, and clear high notes
of a small round bell spin through icy air.

There are many ways to pray.

I crawl under the branches of the blue spruce
to touch its winter body, watch moonglow sift
though blue green arms like snow and sink
into the long cold dream of stone.

These nights pass slowly, offering deep rest
to the garden — white sage and purple penstemon,
iris bulbs buried in red earth.

They offer rest to silver spun cocoons wrapped tight in elm,
rock squirrel under juniper and to the long slow
heartbeat of black bear sleeping not far
away —

in the mountains where the fire faithful
sun will rise and the longest night will yield
its winter dream once more.

~Unknown


Wise Winter Solstice Blessings from Our Family to Yours
May this Time of Rest and Repose bring you Peace and Wisdom