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Winter: The Crone (written with Rianne)
Imagine
You were a being
unsurpassed
urn
stillness falling
silk
given
to a ground
without lotus
ashen
serpent
enchantress
goblet
cosmic
vessel
crown
cauldron
crone
myriad mirror
ash from a minaret
kissing tundra wolf
my hands opening
into hearth fire
**
my hair has long since
traded vibrancy for
wisdom along my brow;
when they ask me for
the coddling of their youth,
I will nurture with
my stories instead,
the things I have learned -
they contain within
all the love that can be given
I am the essence moving
forward at such velocity,
with such ferocity -
I hold in my heart
all that I have ever truly gained;
I am what has been, is and
all that will be
of this single life, lived
in loving tandem
with the changing moon
I have entrusted the tales
of my existence
to my children; my legacy
belongs now to
my cheekbones, found
riding high and proud
in the faces
of my children’s children
winter will come calling,
the sun on my face
in exchange for
peace in my bones;
when she knocks,
as she does for us all,
I will let her in with gratitude
You were a being
unsurpassed
urn
stillness falling
silk
given
to a ground
without lotus
ashen
serpent
enchantress
goblet
cosmic
vessel
crown
cauldron
crone
myriad mirror
ash from a minaret
kissing tundra wolf
my hands opening
into hearth fire
**
my hair has long since
traded vibrancy for
wisdom along my brow;
when they ask me for
the coddling of their youth,
I will nurture with
my stories instead,
the things I have learned -
they contain within
all the love that can be given
I am the essence moving
forward at such velocity,
with such ferocity -
I hold in my heart
all that I have ever truly gained;
I am what has been, is and
all that will be
of this single life, lived
in loving tandem
with the changing moon
I have entrusted the tales
of my existence
to my children; my legacy
belongs now to
my cheekbones, found
riding high and proud
in the faces
of my children’s children
winter will come calling,
the sun on my face
in exchange for
peace in my bones;
when she knocks,
as she does for us all,
I will let her in with gratitude
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