Breathless misty dream fog sings
Deep hearted winter days
Crows calling, frosted branches beckon
Silvered spider webs sway
Cold wind blowing, northern ancestors wing
Trickling under skin
Solace hunted shadows snug
Haunted death wilding light
Ivy blossoms blue berried spheres
Rosehip promises delight
Hidden in the wisps
Solstice past, wintered hearts enfold
Endless cold and gathering light
Yearning shadowy twilight days
Imbolc comes calling fast
Holding on to winter’s edge
Falling freely yew berried dreams
Trailing tears enveloping
Heart’s thaw at last
In The Mists
