All the trees hold their breath
as the winter storms arrive,
bringing in swirls of snow
until sheep, heavy with lamb,
disappear without a trace.
Winter teaches us detachment
with her brooding silence,
save the quarrelsome winds.
Rebirth
January
Praise be! The old year has gone,
we are ready to be born again
here, in the dead of winter,
where saplings are pulled for space
and the stirring season begins.
Slowly, in this bright new year,
new beginnings take shape
as the light of day lengthens on.
Poetry of the Tarot: The Sun
After wandering through moonlight,
the poet is born-again under the sun.
Finally the path ahead becomes clear,
garlanded with beautiful sunflowers.
By shining love and light onto words,
joy and happiness become her future
as she finds the courage to be herself.
Success and fluency her just rewards.
Poetry of the Tarot: Death
After thirteen cycles of the moon,
the enigmatic horseman rides in.
Death, life’s constant companion,
arrives in fetching black armour,
displaying the mystic white rose.
Remaining absolutely victorious,
insensitive to age, race or gender,
he harvests the souls of the dead.