Under the frost and ice moons don’t despair
The maidens quickening is soon near
The winds turning warm and fair
Singing budding spring for all to hear
In the grove of skeletal birch don’t feel sorrow
Let the cold silver moonlight shadows spear
Beneath the snow hides the seeds of tomorrow
Let purple blue moonlight guide souls vision here
When the world is frozen, ice, snow, white©RedCat
Listen to what intuition hears
Teeming life comes back with the light
Spring’s awakening is soon near
I’m revelling in the fact that Stockholm is white and covered in snow. I chase blinding sunlight on snow whenever it’s there. The lengthening days are noticeable. Still in the core of most northerners lies the longing for spring.
This poem has an ababcbcbdbdb rhyme pattern.
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Also posted to Seasonal Changes 1: IMBOLC at earthweal.
Kerfe Roig A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new. Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/ (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/