The weighted emotions of the summer maiden, sent below to die -Pull down along with our good spirits, the once vast unreachable skies.
And so the darkness of silence gives way
to the rotting of our eyes.
The air is heavy,
My blood is thick
The weight of a mild winter burdens more than just the earth.
wrapped within a sticky cocoon of frozen water
bitten by the air under a Mourning Moon -
Energy’s flow slows,
Blockages,
Caving passageways,
Stagnation overcomes…
Dried up, locked down.
Brittle outer casing
No oxygen entering pores…
False light brings no relief or heat.
Eyes stinging Vision dulled.
Blurred by blinding lights,
and defeated by the cold.
Hollow tree trunks crackle like old bones
While sleeping shrubs stand stiff pelted by rain slowed to ice
and snow.
I may need more than just faith alone
to know that winter’s fury will soon give way to warmth.
Blue skies peak at us from behind the wall of grey.
Sunset ushers us through darkness’ entrance gate,
It feels like more than just the trees’ limbs break
under the weight of heavy snowflakes.
Earth Mother turned sideways by the deception of lies.
Without light of truth and warmth of sunshine, her heart, life’s core, unwinds.
The scattered energy of misdirected motion and wasted time,
Give cause for our surrender.
To her gravity,
We spiral divine….
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