Sunshine shimmers in my garden,
snow-in-summer spills recklessly
over walls and wombs of dirt.
Shivering,
i paint the summer day
in winter palettes
trying to avoid the
warmth of the sun intruding upon
my shadow of pain
In my wounded soul,
icy winds howl,
while the wild rose
stirs within me,
playfully calling out
my name
Listening closely i can hear
the rain laughing,
feeding off the wild abandonment
of decay
While all the garden creatures
run for cover,
i am soaking up raindrops
fragile as a broken stem,
sprouting brand new roots
returning to wholeness again
©️ 2020 Sacred SoulSongs/Mother Wintermoon
Mother Wintermoon 