Poetry The Why of Winter

[Katie-Ellen]

The Why of Winter


Sirius hard on The Hunter’s heels

A stoat in ermine gains the field

Blackthorn points the ancient tracks

of hidden beasts and crack-bone feasts

Skies of steel or sugared fire

Say resting time for sap-sunk trees

And earthed in dens

The fox and badger rest at ease

Oak trees hung with moons of mistletoe

Appease the gods or call down woe

As Gaia tilts on wheeling skies

The rhythm is the reason why.

I once saw a stoat wearing its ermine, ribboning across the road and then streaking up a steep and snowy field.

Happy New Year 2025. A number 9 Year of The Hermit, signifying the story boards of Virgo and planet Mercury in the Sixth House: service, community, health, nutrition, animals, animal care, administration analysis, data, investigation. Mercury is THE planet of writing.

 

[Rich.]

You've captured winter. Love it. And this line, "As Gaia tilts on wheeling skies", is wonderful. The poem becomes vast in those final lines.

 

[Katie-Ellen]

Thank you so much, Rich. And so lovely to "see" you. Happy New Year.

 

[Rich.]

You too, KT. Happy New Year!