Last Updated On January 15, 2020

 

Skal!

 

 

On the last day, I took to the back acres.
Following the blurry contours of spiral paths too late for mowing,
Stepping over fallen branches and defeated stalks
On feet still buzzing fresh from exfoliation.
I blessed each of four stone beasts with pours of aquavit from my teacup.
As the warm sip bled from the base of my skull to the base of my spine it occurs to me
That this is probably how my ancestors stayed warm and also
How they probably didn’t realize how cold they were until hypothermia set in.

How will I consort with beasts in this new year?
What kind of offerings will I leave
Will I meet them on their territory
How will I stay fortified

The ice wraiths graced the semi-frozen surface of the pond
And the sky rolled over in premature darkness
Then release.
The snow fell in tiny pebbles
Stinging as they hit
Rolling as they landed

I suspect the new year holds the strength of lions.
The blush of passion and sacrifice
Recovery from
And honor for
The past.
The pain and elegance of shifting experience.

 

Last Updated On January 15, 2020

 

Skal!

 

On the last day, I took to the back acres.
Following the blurry contours of spiral paths too late for mowing,
Stepping over fallen branches and defeated stalks
On feet still buzzing fresh from exfoliation.
I blessed each of four stone beasts with pours of aquavit from my teacup.
As the warm sip bled from the base of my skull to the base of my spine it occurs to me
That this is probably how my ancestors stayed warm and also
How they probably didn’t realize how cold they were until hypothermia set in.

How will I consort with beasts in this new year?
What kind of offerings will I leave
Will I meet them on their territory
How will I stay fortified

The ice wraiths graced the semi-frozen surface of the pond
And the sky rolled over in premature darkness
Then release.
The snow fell in tiny pebbles
Stinging as they hit
Rolling as they landed

I suspect the new year holds the strength of lions.
The blush of passion and sacrifice
Recovery from
And honor for
The past.
The pain and elegance of shifting experience.

Last Updated On January 15, 2020

Skal!

On the last day, I took to the back acres.
Following the blurry contours of spiral paths too late for mowing,
Stepping over fallen branches and defeated stalks
On feet still buzzing fresh from exfoliation.
I blessed each of four stone beasts with pours of aquavit from my teacup.
As the warm sip bled from the base of my skull to the base of my spine it occurs to me
That this is probably how my ancestors stayed warm and also
How they probably didn’t realize how cold they were until hypothermia set in.

How will I consort with beasts in this new year?
What kind of offerings will I leave
Will I meet them on their territory
How will I stay fortified

The ice wraiths graced the semi-frozen surface of the pond
And the sky rolled over in premature darkness
Then release.
The snow fell in tiny pebbles
Stinging as they hit
Rolling as they landed

I suspect the new year holds the strength of lions.
The blush of passion and sacrifice
Recovery from
And honor for
The past.
The pain and elegance of shifting experience.