Winter Dark

Winter Dark

 

Winter dark, branch clawing

The east wind’s tattered tails,

Leaf coat swirl under streetlight.

Snow wind, swan wind.

 

Bitter night for foraging.

Damp the insidious regret.

Bitter the journey.

Bitter the hour.

 

Fluting ghost melody,

Owl claws to claw-branch

Wakeful to hunger,

Eerie evening chorus.

 

Owl song, tree to tree,

Sorrow of summer night

Echoes jaunty now,

Careless of swan winds.

 

Owl song to the bitter heart,

Winter summer alike

Such is out nature;

Affirming all seasons.

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About Nimue Brown

Druid, author, dreamer, folk enthusiast, parent, wife to the most amazing artist -Tom Brown. Drinker of coffee, maker of puddings. Exploring life as a Pagan, seeking good and meaningful ways to be, struggling with mental health issues and worried about many things. View all posts by Nimue Brown

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