Midwinter in Finistère
Despite the ice, the icy rain
sparrows chatter all day
in the peach tree at the corner
of my eye. The dogs don’t care
that it’s cold, or wet. Flocks
of fieldfare, redwing, startle
at their rush. Only I have
forgotten to visit my larger
self; am stranded in this
enchantment, tide, of ice.
If we could join heaven and earth
the way a bird does, or a tree.
If we could remember.
© Roselle Angwin
And here's an older one that I really like, from my book All the Missing Names of Love:
Blessings for a deep and bright midwinter turning to you all.
