Winter beginings in the Garden

roots slumbering

still like sleeping sages under snow

in stone hard ground they wait and dream

of summer days gone

and the rebirth of green shoots

old ideas tested once again

as this generation gets “it” right

last year’s flower stalks stand tall in the bristling wind

they are testaments

like empty churches

to the days of beauty gone

when bugs and birds and watchers fed on their ripe glory

when the web of life spun wind and water, earth and sun

and the stars roamed connecting the dots of life’s perfect moments

making the heavens ring with a true sustaining song

filling gaps between eternal beats of love, love, love, love

now all is silent except the howls in the wind

ripping courage from our grasp like the last stubborn dead leaves

reminding us of the poverty of this world’s lasting fears

as the cold makes us withdraw and huddle

around the false heat of golden fires

investment portfolios to keep us warm

while the tilting globe spills our mistakes south

“we” forget another round of wasted possibilities

while “they” sweep them under the carpet of want

the heavy wall to wall lie that beggars can’t be choosers

All that is needed

is in the garden waiting

the old is composting

the soil resting like cooks before the next feeding

While the sun’s attention is drawn elsewhere

dreams emerge in long dark nights

where yesterday’s haunting despair

mixes with ancient callings

to once again mount an offensive on greed’s

claim to more than what god’s gaia garden grows

and in the wind

there flies a seed

one tiny perfect idea

a poppyseed

the size of a twinkling star to follow

destined for this place

this next season

searching for this bed

where a sensual ripe abundance

of fecund enduring hope awaits

Winter Solstice 2014

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