That Time

That time I snuggled in
shivering and starry-eyed
wrapping my cold feet
around your steady warmth
recalling with laughter
the cold feet I had
the day you asked me
to bury my sorrows
in the garden of your soul

© Mother Wintermoon 2016

Dedicated to my love, who died suddenly at age 24, before our date under the chuppah.


Where there are clouds
see the shape of possibilities
where there is one wildflower
see the power of life
where there is a rain puddle
see a flowing creek
where there is wind
see the seeds of new fruit trees
where there is stillness
hear the whispers of Divinity
where there is cruelty
see the canker of decay

© 2005 Mother Wintermoon