In bare branch and Holly.
She has arranged for me
A tapestry of berry
As my winter blessing.
The sun sets, revealing moon
Bedded down in marly clouds
Laden with deluge.
I take Winter by the hand
And follow her
Into the very heart
Of her darkness.
The moon is full
And I am unsupervised.
I will not start tomorrow
By taking with me
Yesterday’s broken shards.
Instead I’ll make mosaics
From a myriad of fragments,
Memory and promise
Hope and delusion
And so there may be peace
In every quarter.
Mawie Barrett
Mawie Barrett is a Druid who grew up in the Comeragh Mountains in Co Waterford, Ireland. She defines herself as a mountain woman. She believes that there is a language in landscape that seeps into her by osmosis and fires her imagination. Her work is sprinkled with metaphor; the ordinary everyday event trickles out of her subconscious and tells the deeper story. Her forte thusfar is history, which she expresses in fiction and nonfiction. Writing brings Mawie great joy and expression, it is the place where she channels her insights and reflections. Nature, people and travel are her major influences. She blogs too, and you can read more about her here and discover more of her work at www.druidscribe.com.