Guide to Winter Wellbeing
I S S U E T H R E E : February/March
This months poetry offering....
Spring is a Potion
by Joie de Winter
"I sware in spring,
The winds dance with sun,
And Blossom leaves sing.
I found wind in my hair,
With feathers like wings.
I sware the buds whisper,
And allure me in,
I found my nose yellow,
Buzzing bee’s it did bring.
Like a meditative vibration,
I sunk deep within.
And pulled the meadows
On the end of my breathe,
The whole of spring
Jitters on my chest.
Through my feet
And my eyes.
To shift us from our nests
I sware spring is a potion,
To renew us back to motion,
Back to life.
And winter a mirror,
Reflector for soul,
Gathering truths,
From a place we know.
I was heavy last night,
And now I am young.
Curiosity has me a slave,
And Love falls from my tongue.
And waits in my lips,
And hushes thoughts wrong.
Drunk in all presence,
As Springs tied up the past,
Locked away winter,
With the future at last."
The winds dance with sun,
And Blossom leaves sing.
I found wind in my hair,
With feathers like wings.
I sware the buds whisper,
And allure me in,
I found my nose yellow,
Buzzing bee’s it did bring.
Like a meditative vibration,
I sunk deep within.
And pulled the meadows
On the end of my breathe,
The whole of spring
Jitters on my chest.
Through my feet
And my eyes.
To shift us from our nests
I sware spring is a potion,
To renew us back to motion,
Back to life.
And winter a mirror,
Reflector for soul,
Gathering truths,
From a place we know.
I was heavy last night,
And now I am young.
Curiosity has me a slave,
And Love falls from my tongue.
And waits in my lips,
And hushes thoughts wrong.
Drunk in all presence,
As Springs tied up the past,
Locked away winter,
With the future at last."