Glimpses of fall collide with winter
A tree still holding her colorful leaves
The warmth of the sun beating down
Yet ice forms on the pond each night.
Ski resorts are making snow
But doesn’t it melt as fast as it is made?
A cold rainy day and into the night
When the rain moves out, black ice forms
As cold Northern Winds blow across the land.
This cross over, this collision of seasons
It may be an opportunity
To rest in the space between seasons
The gap between times
The pause place before winter.
You can dream of spring
Bulb flowers emerging
Anytime, you can escape
To the dream of spring.
The time of year when everything seems new
Showers wash away the ice
The mud doesn’t bother you
And you make plans for summer.
You can wash the coverings
Of the long cold winter
And hang them up to dry.
Another season passed
Time for the new to emerge.
All around her the freezing air swirled
She was certainly ready
Dressed in her winter armor
Her many layers of protection.
Yes, she could handle the cold,
After some time passed, she awoke to the reality
Maybe, she wasn’t ready for how hard it would be
To see the path before her
To travel here alone
Her vision became clouded by the remnants of the past.
She realized, standing in that biting, swirling cold
She had to let go.
The only way to see herself through this cold snap
Was to let go of control
And trust in all that was beyond her knowledge
The power beyond herself.
Surely, this would bring her safely through
The blinding cold snap of her life.
A dusting of white snow
Falls from the sky
And covers this world
In a beautiful quiet sugar coating
Crystals, clear, white, purity.
A chance now to settle down
Into some winter healing
Playing, resting, cuddling
Yoga before sudden snow squalls
And naps in front of warm fireplaces.
Hot tea to coat the soul
White winter dreams
Emerging through the long, cold, dark nights
Twinkling like the stars
That guide us from above.
It’s just a dusting of snow
For now it’s here
And tomorrow it may be gone
Flying away, melting back to earth
Like the thoughts that stream through
Our warm winter dreams.
I stand here
I dance in the sunlight
A warm breeze blows over me.
I contemplate the movement
Of the seasons
Was it not just cold
Did it not just seem summer would never come?
And yet here we are
Looking over a river
Dancing underneath the beating sun
Laughing under a star filled sky.
Skirts rise and billow out
We are spinning
We are singing along.
The joy of dancing children
All God’s beings
Moving in a sort of praise and gratitude
For this very moment.
Let’s continue to dance away the day
And spin underneath the canopy of the stars
Through summer and into fall
Even when we move inside for the quietude of winter.
Let’s remain grateful
For the way our bodies move
For the way the music reminds us
Of our certain unity and nature to be love in action.
Grant us the ability
To remember gentle summer breezes
On the coldest days ahead
When the dancing is done alone.
A beautiful day
Soft white snow falling down now
Welcome to winter