Poem © 2016 by Joyce
Mason
We’re winter seed
pods
closing in on
ourselves.
turning inward by
instinct:
tightly concentrated essences
gathering energy
waiting to regenerate
gathering energy
waiting to regenerate
at the Vernal
Equinox.
Till then we hang
like bulbs
on the holiday tree
symbolic of peace and
joy
yet often feeling neither
as the things that
bother us
bubble up for
reckoning.
Be gentle with
yourself.
Be Santa to yourself,
a beloved
confessor or shaman.
For insights and
peace come
from new perceptions
new viewpoints
born of temporary
discomfort
your most authentic self
your most authentic self
turned upside down
hanging in the dark.
~~~
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