Like Plumes of Snow

I have returned
To the place of knowing
To the place of unknowing
What I have disowned

I have returned 
To the place where I have reaped
To the place where I have sown
To the place where I listen for rhythms
That resonate with my own

I have returned to the place
Where the path is tangled and overgrown
Where the sun warms the stones 
Where we stood together
Where I stand alone

I have returned
To the place of everything
To the place of nothing
To the place where I am stuck
To the place where I roam

I have returned
To the place where my sins 
Are feathers from a torn pillow 
Scattering like plumes of snow
I try to gather them all up
To bury them properly
In this place
Without end
In this place
Where I am called
To return again

©️ 2023 Mother Wintermoon 🩶