Dark of Winter

I watched the snow fall down today,
Blow across the fields of grey,
Block the sun from shining in the sky.
It's the dark of winter.

I dreamed a dream of spring today,
Snowy fields had gone away,
Bright blue skies, flowers and butterflies.
But it's still the dark of winter.


We all walk this Spiral Dance.
We all harvest what we plant.
Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter-rest.
Spring comes around, and we start again.


I dreamed a dream of summertime,
When temperatures start to climb,
Without a single cloud in the sky.
That's when I'll dream of winter.

Beltaine

(Originally posted February 15, 2011: http://www.facebook.com/#!/note.php?note_id=10150134335743086 )

Beltaine

Beltaine: Crossing Worlds in Flagstaff
By: GinaMarie

She whirls like
waterfalls and sunny glades
filled with shade.

She is a kiss of spring
in the midst of frozen winter,
a hint of laughter,
a whisper of secret passion.

Her very being is a caress that coerces excitement into existence.

Stripping off the old garments
of hibernation and winter slumber,
she entices me to slip into
a gauzy breath of summer wispyness.

All the while, glorying in the promise of
sweet trinkets of cold winter
to cool the summer heat that fills my soul.