Winter Is

Winter Is

Winter is the absence of the Beloved.
It’s the missing warmth that cradles me at dawn.
In winter there is no place to turn without missing Him.

I wandered long through the snowfields of fear and desire
until He heard my weeping cry
and sent his angels to rescue me.

Now I live in the warmth of His bright glory.
Spring is here and winter has fled
into the mountains of memory.

The snow capped peaks feed spring melt
that waters new growth
and new births

Winter becomes spring beneath
the equinox of love
when the Beloved returns to the hearth’s heart.