This is the time
To embrace the darkness
As a place of dreams;
Of possibilities
As yet unrealised.
To surrender to the pull
To the earth,
The place of deep roots
Holding us.
This is the time
To rest,
To sit with the crackle and glow
Of the fire
Breathing the year gone by
Into her soulful dance.
This is the time
To listen
To the soft snore
Of Mother Earth
As she lies peacefully,
Her delicate arms
Curled around her,
Spring bulbs cradled
In her sleeping palms.