Snow in the Eaves (12 November 2019)

Waking to the sound of a blowing squall,

I roused myself with winter glee_

first snowfall having come full-flown,

I rose to the window expecting to see_                             1

Faery-flakes dancing in the snowfall,

blown from the sidhe by wintry dreams!

“A frolick of white in the gray-bluish air

wisps snow up into our eaves!”

Dawn coming, snow falling fast_

I dressed and then descended

to light a fire in the hearth

with a brand that I had saved

                  since April’s last frost!                                      2

Faery-flakes dancing in the snowfall

caught my eye as if weirding dreams!

Sitting in the warmth of firelit dreams,

I saw – through a frosted window –

the snow in the eaves

of a neighboring house;

dancing merrily, enchanting me_

calling me out into wind and chill!                                      3

Faery-Flakes dancing in the snowfall

dazzled my eye with wintry dreams!

Swaying in solemn breezes they dance_

young Maples swish and veer,

waving their arms;

praising Notting with ever-upturned limbs,

supple and still radiant in winter’s fray!                              4

                 Bridge: Hearth-fire illumines humane dwelling

   with ambient light and reddening heat—

consciousness expanding into the cosmos,

   seeking communions in Vast Sanctuaries!

Calling to the raccoon

that lives in the hedgerow,

I hear its revel and declamation

that snow drifts high before its den!

Hidden from the world;

      Deep in hibernation’s contemplation_

In snowfall’s swirls it conjures intimations

of a dream of more rustic revelations!                               5

Faery-Flakes dancing in the snowfall

Open my eyes to weirding dreams!

Three cardinals flew

onto bare-boned boughs of the Forsythia

nearby; at our neighbor’s porch!

Now in their prudent twig-stepping,

I discern the Wayes I might now go,

_all a-birding for truth.                                                    6

Faery-Flakes dancing in the snowfall,

Cleanse my eyes with wintered dreams!

Snowflakes amaze and dazzle me with light

as the Sun comes out over a far-off ridge!

Here I am_

alone in earthen communions,

ready for visions that render me

un-at-home; a Stranger in the Wood.                             7

“Let’s boot up and go out walking_

      Our eaves are filling with snow!”

_And as the snowfall tapers

into meditative lulls, I hear_

upon the eaves of my mind’s ek-stasis

the bells of a Winter Solstice reveling—

calling me home to the fires of Heart & Hearth!                    8

Hurrahya!