it's sometimes hard to remember
when winter's cold arthritic talons will not open
when sorrow and exhaustion sap the soul
that like any seedling
it only wants the kisses of the sun
the release of the waters
from their secret winter journeys
the scent of new-turned earth upon the breeze
to bring the green nations forth
in all their richness
every shading of light and colour
nourishing the wizened spirit back
to sacred roundness
feasting on fruits now only dreams
of verdant gardens
and dreams sustain us
in a swirl of shared songs and earth's first fruits
and last
brought forth from hidden kitchens by loving hands
mindful of the Wheel of Life
turning ever turning
down to Darkness, back to Light
the rhythms of the universe echo in the laughter
in the fullness
of visions of the future shared around a fire
in the chill spring night
©2011 pamela twining
