Winter's Passing

The Lady is mourning the seasons’ passing.

Or is it something else?

Rain is falling, and falling

Sun has not shown His face today on this muddied earth

Drenched in tears

Flooded streams running over with grief

Fallen trees lie in a humble salute to those souls taken with the pregnant moons and lost to the new.

And soon, yes, Spring will offer a new beginning.

But first, give proper due to the heart that yearns to mourn; heavy with tears that fall today.

Walk silently and softly as she breathes and rests; it is only the Lady’s respite.

As she wakes from her restless nap still covered in these cold clouds, gray sticks and wet stones,

She remembers; and the wailing winds start again.

She cannot be comforted.

Her tears, the driving rains; and in torrents they fall

The images She sees in her mind, voices She hears this day, tear wide open the deep ache in her heart no one can console.

Darkness falls on what no light can comfort.

We all stand circling

Witness to what we in our hearts almost understand

For today, we too cannot escape torrential rains

We are pulled along on the waves of intense grief and the calm before another storm.

Bound helplessly in the dark listening to the growling winds

Anguish tearing our hearts and souls

Reminding us that we too have death somewhere knocking

And we must feel the weight of it as surely as we will feel the warmth and beauty of spring.