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Winter Becoming
she emerges from forever green, wolvern & grey.
her eyes are distant & cold with a grey lost light.
she stands on the threshold of winter in flaking velvet & purple bark.
winter she has been before the season shift.
before the autumn clouds she has been rainfall & blowing.
the shadow in summer. the darkness in spring.
she has fast matured beyond summer shouts into autumn whispering.
seeds crackle & shift through the cold dry flood of her hair.
the creaking soil clumps to her toes.
she has evolved from so many cycles of seasons.
ice shatters in the deep sponge moss.
all autumn hurries before her across barren fields into olive dusk & shimmer grass.
washes away in a new wind. she is winter becoming.
she will shift the seasons into ice with her touch.
she will sing the barren snow hair into hibernation with the very first message of winter.
she brings tidings of the rising moon & all new stars of the mountains are ice.
she wolf of the blue cave lakes. of grey grave stone & ice water.
of huge moon moth velvet clubbing clouds.
she moves into the power of trees & sticks like a fungus moth.
she is within herself.
she has always been winter becoming.
a pale soft light tossed within the forest deep.
the lost hope of summer in the woodstone.
she sings to the forest her songs of snail & shadow. fern & dale.
the twisted wet bark of hunched trees & all leaves shimmering.
all forestal eyes watch nervously from burrows.
all whiskers twitch & feathers rustling.
she breathes in the stirring sense & disturbs sleep with the moon.
she is the strong & aimless candle of hibernation.
snow wind hurries behind her through bare branches & hush.
she flickers out from the mountain woods & far over fields & causeways.
she is winter becoming.
rushed away into night like restlessness & dream. |
