Winter’s Song

Silence surrounds. The shadows of trees fall across the snow, hands that neither beckon nor abandon, but allow communion, embracing heart and soul with Winter’s spirit.

My prayers float away from me on this chill air. On these moon-filled icy nights there is no concealment. Whispers roar like waves on the ocean, and the mind opens into a vast landscape for night’s secrets.

I drink in this spell. Like honey on the tongue, the cold is coaxing. I lean back and feel the breath of angels on my face.

I do not imagine sunflowers or conjure June skies. I do not escape into wanderings through Summer’s bright images. Winter has its place in my heart, brings me a centering stillness I could not live without.

I do what I did when I was a child; wrap myself up in wool, make a quiet trail into the trees, and greet the moon who watches our dreams like a grandmother. I sit until I can’t anymore, until I begin to notice the cold. Usually, my teeth don’t chatter, my fingers don’t turn numb, as I feel peace.

In such cold, tears freeze before they form and fears melt away. As my heart calls out, for wars, poverty, for the inhuman acts mankind has birthed out of someplace I cannot even imagine, a song reaches into me that soothes and guides, calms, and brings peace.

It is a song that Nature sings, a gift from the Earth for when we need to hear, need to believe and find faith. It speaks strongly, and I have become the stark stillness of Winter, and I become the knowing. The truth lies in the silver snow of night, that all will be okay, all will be okay.

Originally published at Mind Body Spirit Odyssey
© Nellie Levine