the mourning mother.
When grey skies swaddle us and chill air embraces the land
a young woman descends into the arms of the dark man
her lover, because she was promised to him,
her lover – because she chose him.
thinking of him, imagining his nearness, fear strangles breath
Because He knows the outskirts of life, the intricacies of pain and surrender
complete and infinite in his understanding, his mastery of the darkness.
His only desire comes to him delicate,
the most fragrant lily trembling in his presence
And with every gift, a sacrifice:
The goddess-mother mourning her loss
my tender heart journeying to places beyond my protection, beyond
and I, a blackened flower fallen into winter’s repose.
One response to “Winter’s Arrival”
Wow. said you were a good writer