Red Prints In The Snow
gripping shards of ice under bare feet
she wandered red prints in snow
abandonment drifting like death’s veins
bony fingers reaching to own her aloneness
while winter covered last season’s sins
crusted in order to hide wounds
deeper than flesh
on stripped trees red birds huddled
whispering tales of a forgotten queen
©Carol Desjarlais 08.12.20
Tonight I have made black salt for protection. It smells so beautiful when the herbs are burning. I have started work on my Imbolc altar.
You are so unique.
ReplyDeleteOh, I have always done something to honor changing of season , the moon, goddesses, It can range from keep a Christmas tree up all year and decorating for the seasons, or outside decorations. Some people change furniture around. I decorate. xoxo
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