Demeter’s Dreams

There are moments when winter looks so warm and perfect and right
I forget the cold, the aching, the bitter wind
I really look at the beauty around me
Seeing that there is a gift to be received from this the most barren of the seasons
It’s almost as though Demeter has gently exhaled upon the twigs and trees and shrubs
And that her breath is a frosty white blanket, gently tucking the earth in and saying:
Sleep well my most treasured possessions. Sleep and awake with my precious Persephone
Sleep now and wake with renewed beauty and vigour to gladden mankind’s heart
Sleep until she returns to warm my heart again…

© KeiB 19 December 2011

Winter Relents

Winter Relents


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