Winter Moth

By J. Carlstad Dec 09

Emerging from the chills of reality,

Late in the season…

She stretches,

Warms to the light

Now glowing softly

Upon her

And she sings

Playing to the rhythms,

The ancestral melodies

Deep inside her soul.

Ringing tones that circle

Enveloping her listeners

Beckoning them

To let go

Relax their hold

And let thoughts f l y

Freeeeeee

Feeling only the moment

Fluttering to maintain balance

Warmth

Happy just to be