Winter gives me permission to slow down … I hibernate and press an imaginary pause button. It tenderly courts my hermit side. I am delighted when my social schedule is at a lull. Each day is still complete. I step more readily into silence and enjoy the peace. Here, I give birds my full attention. I linger in the crunchy sounds of icy bliss. My lovely tattered bathrobe and I greet a brilliant sunrise. My nest of blankets blink gratitude through the deep dark cold nights. This particular poem swam to consciousness after a delicious wintery catnap. I opened my eyes to a gift of a water-colored sorbet sunset sky. I captured the moment, in a quiet appreciation with these words. Winter Warms my Weary Backlit trees in a sunset sky A chortle from a Thrush Crimson Tangerine Sweet golden nectar Knits through my veins Rest, renew, restore. Winter warms my weary Strokes, tends, creates A comforting quilt of warmth. Drowsy floral beds pause Seed...
Women's Spiritual Poetry