Winter Arrives


Yule Blessings to you this Season. May you be renewed, even as the light is restored, more each day.


Winter Sounds

We’ve gotten used to sounds 

deep in a winter night,

sharp ping of the wood stove 

reaching some cooler temperature, 

muffled tumbles of a smoldering log,

creak of floorboards 

as if someone walked quietly.

Downstairs the refrigerator

hums, the water heater readjusts. 

What is shifting inside this house 

I wonder, content, then roll into sleep.

Wind buffets the roof with 

a grand whoosh, louder 

than any wild animal out there.



Blessed Be,


About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, pottery, painting—bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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