Winter Child
(for Sarah)
In weightless arms,
a snowbird
cooing softly
Outside, flurries whisper
a naming ceremony,
a wolf announces
the new birth
December is tired,
her labor, frozen
droplets on her brow,
rocking, rocking,
her winter child,
her feather light,
wisp of air
Breath is seen
and not heard
in her time,
stoke the fire,
sleep warmly
in Mother’s summer
She dreams of flying
in a blizzard, a lost child
smiling, of a thawing river,
but for now, all is still,
solid, and steady
Winds beat cold
Hearts beat wild
Thistle Thoughts 