15h46 | Spring Equinox

On the other side of winter.

I am still. Writing. | © Bonjour.Melissa

I plant myself

Butt in the dirt

Spine against the bark

This ancestor who holds me

Pressing into my spine

Demanding presence

I face the light

Ceremonial

The sun stares me in the eyes

Already on its first descent

I squint and stay

I am still

And the sun arcs west

Crows cawing above

A trumpet player nearby

Silver-haired dancers turning to bagpipes

I am still

And the cacophony moves through me

No one seems to notice

Or maybe they do

Maybe it’s coded

Written deep in our cells

Moving us into

Through

This threshold

To the other side of winter.

Ostara

.

I am still

And the wheel turns.

In Tending,
Melissa

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