winter

I’ll find a secret cave
And there I will spend
There I will spend the Winter 
I’ll gather what I’ve saved 
Through Autumns of bright 
Autumns of bright sun

Collecting wild grain
In baskets of fine
Baskets of fine woven wicker 
I’ll know each plant by name 
And which I can eat
Which I must leave alone

Berries and seeds
All of my needs at hand
Almonds and maize
And fruit that’s been traded from faraway lands

I’ll build a bed of moss
And if I should chance
If I should chance, some fur and some feathers
I’ll weave a rug of wool
In colours of Earth
And patterns of spirals and stars

Mirroring sky
And secrets of Nature’s form 
Seen when the eyes are closed 
And a deeper vision is born

I’ll build a hearth of stone 
And always a fire
Always a fire will be burning 
To brighten up my home 
And fill all the shadows
Fill all the shadows with light

I’ll scry into the flame
And vision the life
Vision the life that I’m learning 
When Spirit calls my name
I’ll offer a song
Embroidering music with words

Here by the fire
All I require is stillness 
Here by the fire
All I require is stillness 
Here by the fire
All I require is stillness