“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

2.05.2011

this morning i made an offering to the gods of winter


i brought candles and fire and cold feet
and i stood on the bridge from here to there,
cursing the wind,
dropping no-longer-lit matches into the creek below.

the snow where i stood is now ice,
the bridge now more dangerous.
but it will melt and i will wait.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

12 comments:

  1. guess we have to learn to trust too...
    You are more generous to your Gods of Winter that I have been to mine. Don't know, you may just have something to teach me after all...;)
    Stay cozy, gorgeous one.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Maybe this is all winter was asking for and will now give us the gift of spring. May it take notice and respond with the laughter of sunshine.

    ReplyDelete
  3. i love that you did this. i hope you made six wishes...

    ReplyDelete
  4. Surely old man winter won't be able to resist this offering and will take his leave early.

    In the meantime, there is waiting, which is what I relearn every year, is really what winter seems to be about.

    Beautiful, in heart, image, and words, always. Thank you!

    ReplyDelete
  5. with an offering like that I am sure the gods will send better/warmer weather your way.
    xoxo

    ReplyDelete
  6. hope winter hears us all...bring on spring!

    ReplyDelete
  7. I am so ready for all this mess to be over as well! It's a little warmer today though, so we are getting somewhere :)

    Thank you so much for stopping by my blog... so glad to have found yours!
    xoxo

    ReplyDelete

come. sit under the emma tree & let's talk. i have cookies . . .