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Within seasons
All cycles and shifts
Of the Earth
A mother to beckon
And shelter us
From cold
To birth us and bury us
Beneath drifting memory
We snow and we storm
Elemental
In our loves
A rage
Tides rising
As we cry out to the moon
Ancestors howl
Raising hackles
Shivering disruption
Beneath the cold eyes
of the gods…
Caroline A. Slee
December, 2016