She held me strong,
this winter long,
as crumble did I,
let myself die,
let go of pain,
through snow,
bones raw,
aching in the chill.
She fed me,
blooming slowly,
into spring,
returning,
to core energy.
And now she bathes me,
clean,
and new,
feeds me sunshine,
and wind songs,
into summer,
Beltaine today,
fire and energy,
remembering fertility.
Strong women us,
strong enough to let go,
and strong enough,
to get through,
dance her beat,
return anew.


And yes for those of you entering the still and deep of winter - dont forget the seasons will turn