Winter storms hit the northwest. Snow in abundance blankets trees, swallows outbuildings. Roadways are treacherous, flights cancelled. It is time to stay close to the hearth and travel inward.
I reflect on the collage I made in early January. Am always amazed at the power of intuition; to draw on words and images to mirror my internal journey is a fascinating process.
Words come together from a collection, not unlike magnetic poetry, my attention is drawn to a select few as this poem almost writes itself.
I gather winter seeds
imagine inner pathways
potent dreams grow inside skeletal ideas develop strength
the night yields
as intuition restores
a dark balance