Fabulous post as always deep and meaningful for the time of year … Keep well … Ian
In winter I feel closer to you,
the euphoria of frozen landscapes,
white banks of snow glittering in the inky night.
I feel you in electric skies and the glisten of owl eyes,
their hollow bones huddled in crystal feathers
in the jet black lines of dying trees.
In the cold I can reach out and feel you,
watch the tenderness of your eyes go from
embers to flames, freed from longing.
Let it always be December,
when like wild horses just before a blizzard
we race into each others realm and with a touch
erase the scars fading from our memory.
“Owl of wind and snow” google…unknown origin.