For days I felt the shift,
the calling of Novembers Full Moon,
the Snow Moon and its eclipse.
My body woke at 4:10 am
arms reached to open blinds
and there it was, 3/4’s hidden
in a crisp clear sky, stars sparkling.
I stood gazing in amazement that
at last I was a part of this celestial event.
One only our spirits will see
in the next turning many years from now.
By 7:00 am only 1/4 was hidden.
I was still watching the un-blinding.
Blessings was all I could whisper.
chests dragged from the basement
lids released to reveal years of collecting
ornaments celebrating the turn
The season has begun...
festive collars of greenery, red and gold glass
woven with lights and metallic gold ribbons
are hung around sculptural deer heads
their antlers dripping with ice-cycles and moss
collection of trees, spruce and pine cones,
green and gold glass, carved woods
are placed on top of cabinets, window sills
in every nook and silent corner
gently wrapped in paper are creatures
squirrels, bears, owls, cardinals
brought to life in feathers, fur and paper
eyes and wings sparkle with jewels
tin sleighs, wagons, and other toys
gaily painted in red and greenery
all bedecked with springs of holly
memories of childhood winters
elves, o my beloved glass elves
collected with care, love and memories
those with trowels, those with sacks of gold
an Irish harp, all shimmering in candle light
dining table is layered with cut-work lace
another layer of celtic symbols and metallic’s
comfort the nest of bejewelled goose tureen
garlanded with greenery, red leaves, silver dollars
The season has begun...
