Winter Solstice

Winter took my hand and said,

All your plans,

all your ambitions,

your obligations

and best intentions,

all your hopes,

your burdensome fear and anxiety–

set them down now.

Let them rest now.

Follow me

into the dark depths,

of world,

of winter,

of self.

Bring the burning embers

of your inner fire.

Open your heart, again.

Open your heart, again.

Allow the questions to enter.

Let some sift and settle.

Let others go.

For an eternal moment,

hold yourself outside of time.

Feel the convergence of past, present and future–

tributaries of the river of you,

flowing always into the vast sea of existence.

Your first task is to learn to belong,

as heron belongs to stillness,

as eagle belongs to the winds,

as fox to shadow and vision,

as coyote to improvisation.


I Am

I am a child of heat and friction,

of love and lust,

of laughter and wisdom.

I am a child of golden summer sun,

of amber harvest moon,

birthed in mountain shadow,

in a land of dense coniferous forests and fertile foothills,

a land carved by snow melt and river flow,

a land where the wild meets cultivation.


My heart forged in molten lava,

simmering quiet and deep within Wy’east–

local legend of unrequited love–

I too burn hot and constant.

I too love long and fierce.


My spirit is kin to the fox.

I spend nights shape-shifting,

traveling keen and swift and silent.


Ancestry from the north, from the west–

a bloodline of labor through the seasons–

I call upon your guidance in my prayers.


I am a newborn,

I am time-worn.

I am learning–

how to tend and temper my fire,

to cleanse and free my waters,

to listen and to be of service,

how to reclaim and to be claimed,

how to love and to be loved,

how to create balance in the midst of chaos.





I want to feel the cool damp caress of night on my skin–

the density.


I want to feel the intimacy created in the absence of light–

the hush.


I want to breathe the darkness of earth–

the intoxication.


I want to drink the medicine of night–

the renewal.


I want to linger in tree-shadow with you,

then bathe our flesh in moonlight–

the fantasy.


I want to lay under the cosmic sea,

as you name the stars–

the communion.


I want to know we exist

outside of my dreams–

the fruition.