Winter’s transition
Speckled shades of fallen leaves
Crisp and clear the trees sigh
Crunching snow and ice beneath my toes
I hear the earth settle in for hibernations
The light gleams cold and white,
The scent of snow soft upon my nostrils
Awakens memory of long brittle nights
Fallen russet, yellow and red leaves slash underfoot.
Trees unclothing for spartan sleep
Warm fires raging on the hearth
The birds are hiding in their hollows, wisely guarding their nests with warmth
The wind blows through my hair,
Carrying the reminders of other autumnal
Slipstreams.
Beauty in the shedding of leaves,
Peace in the comfort of snow.
Lightness of being in the cool of the night.
Reservoirs of light scarify the stoic shift to winter.
Warm heart, warm mind.
Sublime.
Copyright Tanya Désirée Arons
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Tanya Arons
I write about my life experiences. I write about complex ptsd, the agonies, the angst and my post traumatic growth. About Beauty, Truth and Honour and little vignettes of comfort from the spirits that love me: living and dead. I also Dance!
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