Grandmother
winter
I welcome
your embrace
I’ve longed
to feel your
face
To dance
in the
dark~
fire bright
to rest
not to
fight~
the wisdom
in the dying
of the letting
go~
of the fork
in the road~
which way
to go…
Seasons changing
changing seasons
still the roses
grow
trust your wings
you will know
which way
your wind
blows~
Reflect
as our Mother
rests
there is beauty
in the dying~
letting go
room to grow…
