Turning Of The Wheel Poem by grace mariner

I see you peer over the frozen landscape.
You went dormant, like the Mother during
that frozen February.
Your mist and flow stifled, shape shifting
what was liquid to solid,
but still remaining the same.
As the wheel turns so go the seasons of my life.
The Mother stirred and brought forth her bounty,
even while my landscape laid barren.
Fruitful and pregnant with her gifts while
my heart withers, emaciated by the loss of you.
And as life in its cellular state flourished, life in
my spirit garden became rank and decayed.
Before the frost you flowed over me, around me, warm and radiant.
Silken ribbons shimmering, the light arced and danced through
us, around us, casting colorful diamonds in prism
like purity.
You remain here still, a frozen image in a stagnant heart.
And so we dance the harvest dance tonight, grateful
for the Mothers bounty...grateful for what remains
of you, in whatever form you come to me in.
And as the sun bids adieu to rest in the goddesses arms,
so do you my beautiful giant, my lovely monster.
What you left of my heart will always sustain you,
always hold you in its ancient halls, even as the wheel turns.