// hallowed winter song //

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Shivering children, hearts which burn of eternal seasons, we are
cloaked rich in generous silence, held in birch wood hands
kissing the mouths of honeyed stars,
juniper corsets laced along frosted
glass,
all eyes, beloveds, search wide the dressings
of the wind.
We are threading this life we breathe through a keyhole
tiny snow birds on pine wings on trees,
arms around circles of smoke skin
underneath
leaves.
Summon clarity, summon release,
drink this wine and remember these
bones,
ours is an unspoken language
of symbols
taught by the teachers
of everyone.
Seek with fever the home inside yourselves, hold close to you a foreign distance,
vanishing slow,
this life of returns,
returning,
touch softly upon her walls of shadows
in dreams which bloom on cinnamon ghosts
bathe your pale bodies in milk streams
falling water gently on knees.
This winter night has been ever long, hard and cold
as rock reflects the light of the moon and reveals her features.
In this dark house we learn to listen
and to sing.

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8 thoughts on “// hallowed winter song //

  1. Swarn Gill

    The flow to this poem is just exquisite Allison. You’ve really captured the duality of winter here. Cold weather, warm tastes and smells. The silent remembrance of things dying, along with the hint of rebirth and renewal. And the contemplation once again that the duality we see is an illusion, but rather a circle…a cycle. I tried to write a winter poem yesterday myself, but your talent eclipses mine!

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Thank you so much, Swarn, you have touched upon every nuance I hoped to evoke within this piece. I am deeply grateful to know this resonated in such a beautiful way, thank you endless.

      I am sure your poem is gorgeous. Expression is what matters, that we make the art is the precious thing. ❤

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