stand centred
the inner circle
surrounded by
the ancient
my private sanctuary
I don my winter coat
of thoughts
wind lashes icy
against my cheek
razor blades
of a colder season
grey clouds multiply
play catch in the air
amid blackened skies
before night falls
I wait
inhale secrets
I beckon creatures
timbers crack
bristled whispers
the woodland starts
to breathe
creatures nocturnal
step cautiously
from daylit homes
the distance
the pack howls
with throats
stretched tight
guttural baying
to the opaque moon
footsteps soft on
moistened moss
quenching thirsts
at river beds
insects wary scurry
from the pray
the dark is coming
I am not afraid
darkness penetrates
I am a kindred spirit
where I stand
connect me with the
sounds of living on
this night
winter hard as stone
call forth my muse
from summer past
inspiration drawn
my muse awakes
my breath draws in
no longer does she
sleep within
Ramblings From A Mum 