( Winter Solstice 2020 )

My deep longing
for you is
a hole in my heart.
You barely graced
this land with your presence
last summer
and then
always in Fear.
That I loved you
wasn’t enough
this time
to create
a circle
containing
us both.
I mourned,
and keen still
over that Absence…
The Mother Tree
imagines curved claws
on her trunk.
If you survived
the slaughter
you sleep
in the Peace
that only
the Gentle Beings –
who inhabit
undisturbed forest
know.
Or,
alert now,
breathing slow
bear compassion
seeds a frozen lair.
You are curled into
a mother ball
waiting to give birth.
A wee cub
turns over
in your womb
reminding us
both, that
Life is always
in a state
of Becoming.
If you are alive…
come back to me.
I am lonely
for your
beautiful Coal
Black Body
shimmering in the son.
Don’t you know
that I am wed
to your kind
in dreams?
The Mother Tree
awaits your coming.