Winter

Surrendering to the alchemy

I cannot avoid Her
That fierce love, that Wild Woman
She turns up everywhere I go
Reminding me what needs cutting
What needs releasing
What needs its final resting place
Here in the dark rich soil
Where all things begin
Take shape and grow
She stalks me, prompting
Pulling at each clenched finger
Stilling clinging too tightly
To these earth seeds
Earth d…