In times past, Creation’s Winter cupped me in her icy hand of sanctuary
Gathered in, I sucked dormant life, and slumbered
Till Earth’s rebirthing groans awakened my new body
Now, older and full of life’s weeping and wondering awe
At all that has happened in my decades on Earth
I must shake myself into consciousness
My seed’s opaque, blinding hull disintegrates and
Bodyless, at last I can see through Goddess eyes
I ache as my blood paints each flower petal
I spin the whirlwind that cannot stop creating abundance
I push the seasons through the year
that mortals believe revolve of their own accord.
Through Goddess eyes I can see me,
I inhabit Winter’s hand as my own.
I make the cold to slow creation of outside of me
To gather the seed into fertile stillness within.
That burgeons in my own time.