Within the Winter Wood

Since I previously said I was going to be a bit brave and post a few more of my poems, here is another one, written not long before Yuletide.

Winter Skies

Within the Winter Wood

Hedge crones crouch,

hagthorn and red berry,

and the frozen sun above.

The dust of a thousand mountains underfoot,

testament to time’s passage,

the slow decay of years.

The sun sets ever earlier,

night claiming the victory, and yet

I find solace in the darkness, moon cast,

star lit, garbed in wild woods

and looming shadows.

North wind plays twig music, bone music,

rattling questions through bare branches, as the Yew,

garbed in solitary reverie, declines to answer,

leaving me to riddle things for myself.

I nestle, boulder like, clad in moss and memory,

heart like hearth fire,

soul sleeping, and yet

wakeful as Persephone in the Underworld,

slow moving as the setting sun,

garnering wisdom in its wake,

feather and bone, root and stone,

with the spiralling wind burying all

within the winter wood.

Winter Sun and Mackeral Skies

2 thoughts on “Within the Winter Wood

  1. Clad in moss and memory.. your prose is amazing Ali! You really evoked real feelings of being nestled in the winter woods. thank you for bravely sharing xxxx

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