I had thought myself alone
mukluks crunching in crisp diamond snow
sun low – solstice day
but she walks with me
silent, weightless
floating amongst the salmon-coloured willows
atop the hoar-frosted bullrushes
at times, she lies flat
swaying with motion
gliding across snow-covered river marsh
alone and together
she pats the shadow dogs
a reminder
the Light, and all that is given
together as one
all that throbs and ebbs beneath the powerful Sun
…
half a world away,
in a land down under
that same shadow Woman
crumbles with each crashing wave
she never dissipates, only shimmers
wavering beneath the full blood Moon
running backwards, scraping toes in wavy patterns
phosphorescence shimmers in long green lines
dancing upon wet ocean sand
the passage of life, the movement of time
am I still that young woman? somehow?
in what way?
a shadow of everything that, while in flux,
will always stay
…
today. shadow woman, tall and fierce
weaving amidst massive stands of poplar
once up, again down. long shadows, sacred ground.
prairie crocus peeks from brown, last year grasses
she bends. shadow lows. caressing
whimsically delicate soft tendrils, tiny Earth antennae
checking the air for permission to spring forth
reminding, life again after death
(time is nothing, if not cyclical)
sit down, shadow child
rest awhile be whole
no need to be anything
run free
do not fear the fading dawn, shadow one
the night doth embrace you, warm
and envelop you, consume and hide you
keeping
you safe and still until
your return
when the Light forms you, and you
dance once again
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