Winter Light
A cold but refreshing caress,
A breeze that invites shiver and awakens our inner fire to keep us warm.
I am winter.
Shades of black, grey, and white
A palette of moon-full tones.
That embody presence and absence.
In light and color.
I’m pigmented in its season.
Swaying with its piercing winds of life and death.
As the trees undress themselves so do I.
Our shedding leaves are trails guiding us to the light.
Twinkling our way through, like stars in the night sky.
We are naked but clothed in faith.
Faith that is fluent.
Present in every frequency,
The ‘high, low and in-between’,
For faith can shine like a lighthouse and be ‘faint light’ underneath a door.
In every expression my glow is a compass.
Directing me home.
The houses we inhabit change, but the soul of the home stays.
Becoming a guide for the next stage.
Shedding is medicine.
Our ‘skins of time’ are offerings to the world.
An exchange for new seeds.
Winter has come to entwine itself in our fibers,
Its darkness is a beacon of hope.
That gathers in comm-unity- with the essences of these past seasons.
In each other’s arms, we let go of one another.
To birth a new psyche.
In the name of father - sun- and of the divine spirit,
So, it be.