sips

beauty

sheer beauty

to be swallowed

in sips

with soft silence

and gratitude

feast

flattering full moon

fabulous feast

may the souls

of our forebears

find peace with the life

they were given

though

when clouds are heavy

and grey is grey

it can sometimes feel like

we were never given

to see the day

though in these days of darkness

growths is taking place

in the invisible layers

of a sacred space

hide

secret shame of shameful secrets

surfacing

silently

leaving no space

to hide

its own

wind has blown the mist away

preparing the way for the rain

to cleans

and nourish

washing away the old

for the new to break through

in its own time