seemingly dancing
on blank snow,
flecks illuminate light
generating warmth
in the hearth
of one's life stone
where fiery coal burns
internally
mined by a harbinger
holding the breath
of one's own body and soul-
riding on currents of
rebirth, in winter
This is cleansing and so important a lesson in any season.Love Duncan
This is the first of your work I've read, Adrienne, and so now I want to read it all, slowly, savoring each word. Thanks. Raynette
This is beautiful. My favourite from what I have read of yours so far!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the sound of the poem, the short lines, and it is different to think of rebirth in winter.