Winter holds
its own
magic.
Time slows,
the earth
glows
at midnight.
Wet flakes
hard flakes
light as a feather
hard as a bullet…
Where do the
birds go?
The Mother
knows…
The whipping
winds
the bone chilling
shivers
reminders
of power
we do not
possess.
Take this time
to rest
as the snow
falls…
