Tis the season I revere
Reconvene deep within
Honor yourself this evening as light fades and spirits wake
Celebrate the wind that troubles the last remaining leaves on the maples
And tomorrow begin anew
Embrace the coming winter for all that it allows
To gestate under a mulch of once tender leaves
Before a deep freeze slows the sap
And like the bear the trees will rest
And I will be still the goddess in the forest walking with bare feet
Heart warm and open
