IMG_0245

Sanguine

 

The moose walks into the blowing snow,

unhurried.

Such a steadfast pace,

this sanguine peace

within the gale.

 

Snow gathers on guard hairs.

Adorned, it crosses the clearing,

patiently placing each step,

climbing the drifted slope,

kissing the crusted alders,

loving even the storm.

 

You need not earn this —

the crossing,

the ease in each moment,

in uncertainty.

It has always been yours,

this love for the squall.

 

Every clearing holds this promise —

belonging,

opening to the affinity

in all things.

Possibility thrives in each step.

Grace fans the falling snow.

Yurt dweller, parent, partner, writer. Knows some things about medicine, life coaching, teaching, and the wilds.

4 Comment on “Sanguine

Leave a Reply to bloofishelliott Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: