Last Night – A Poem

The yawning winter wind,
Last breath of a tired year.
Another spiral round the star,
Another life half-lived.
Let darkness cover me now,
Let earth caress my unsettled form,
Let frost heal and redeem.
A star is lit in the heart of the rose
– but roses are dead this time of year;
In silence deep, complete and all
Enveloping, enveiling like a shroud.
We turn our faces to the light
And hope for something lost and found.
Echoes in our beating hearts,
The subtle thrum, the pulse of soil.
Be still and germinate.
Become the seed
Of self and soul.


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