I want to run and frolic in the forest, amongst the green, mossed rocks,
dancing within the soft breeze -
to the music of natural descent, touching the stones and twigs that enchant me;
I will listen for the messages you send me.
The sun will seep through the tops of trees –
and soothe by way of warmth my winter’s neglect skin,
it will continue through my veins into my frozen blood, thankfully –
resulting in the awakening of my seasonal dead soul.
For winter is harsh, burying my body and mind
inside an icy hole,
Winter has a spirit so unkind.
She is mimicking death and urging desires of eternal sleep,
hold on though, for you and I; Winter cannot keep.
she will pass and Spring the savior will arrive, opening the sky-
so that I, can reach up an thank the Lord for my true renewed happiness
and feelings of wholeness that has been supplied
by God’s art; the sun and it’s dutiful snappiness
as my surrounds melt all icicle lumpiness.
With Winter’s trials now passed
the annual re-birth of all
comes refreshingly and at last,
as the Sun’s rays fall.
The Earth will re-open and unmuffle,
yawning within the warming soil;
Fairies and Goblins will stretch and begin to shuffle,
joining me in the dance of appreciation
all beauty will uncoil,
and every animal will join the recreation-
as they too, have awoken like me
from Winter’s hibernation.
A poem of Nature and it’s Nature to me.