Night smells of fir trees and cold stars
Today marks the start of the darker half of the year
My heart is fresh like a moon
The air is damp and I can see my breath
I am full of harvest and space
Ready to dive deep into winter
Feeling a surge of timeless mystery
Stirring my Celtic roots
The presence and wisdom of ancestors
That tell me life is good, now, here, precious, bloody, raw, fleeting
Slipping past my skin and bones like water

Environment Music Poetry