Reflections Of Fire # 2 Poem by Eric Cockrell

waiting for the snow
the cleansing frozen stillness
where spirits inhabit fossils

and the earth spins
naked and complete
in each turn.

this old body's worn out!
the turtle leaves its shell,
grows wings, flies into darkness.

lying again at the Mother's breasts,
watching her touch the wind
and create forms!

snow, tiny flakes
falling, defying gravity,
clinging to the windowpane

each a tiny lifetime
melting without a whimper,
melting into the light!