One full turning
of a life, of the year,
of the month, the week
One full turning
each moment
Spirals within spirals
In and out again
’round and ’round
Love expresses
in all its aspects


Mother, teach me
of the grace, the exquisite
turning of the seasons
This morning I awoke
upon a sky full of diamonds
nestled in mists
and chilled cheeks and toes
Muddy greetings through foggy breath
shivering spined awake
Teach me to remember
my connection to the path