COME TO MY WINTER SUN by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

The seasons always bring great significance to my spiritual growth…

 Living in the Midwest, I am fortunate enough to experience all of them. Winter is a time for retreating inward, almost hibernating. I come to its stillness as it brings me to my silent waiting as my garden awaits its bloom.

Come To My Winter Sun

come to my winter sun,

cold it sits-

in the white sky,

hanging against-

grey skies.

frozen earth,

lays in silent waiting-

for it return.

my heart is still,

longing for its-

returning place,

but inward I return-

where the ground,

of my garden-

awaits its bloom.

I sit as icicles,

form upon my window-

winters settling,

sleeping in quiet rest.

I too sit in winters waiting,

while the holding of

my stillness remains.

~

Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg: About 3 years ago, I was awakened from my slumber, though it was a devastating breaking point in my life, I was reunited to a true relationship with my spiritual self and my gift through poetry. It is my intention to reach others by sharing my story through poetry and touching theirs. I am the Page owner of Heart’s Calling .I am also the Visionary Poet for the Facebook Magazine "Women as Visionaries with Lore Raymond" here. I recite spoken word at different venues and also host a monthly Creative Writing Circle using the space for women to bring out their inner release through written word. I am currently working on publishing a book of my poetry. I can be contacted through my Heart’s Calling Facebook page here.

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