There’s a Stranger in My Garden

There’s a stranger in my garden

in a suit of red and white;

his belly wiggles in the wind,

it’s quite a jolly sight.

He brought the North wind in his bag,

and showed up with the frost –

if this is Santa, tell him that

his calendar is crossed!

The Birth

Autumn sky, in advanced stages of labour,

struggles, pants;

ripe with womb’s distension,

she moans,

pacing,

her anxiety and pain

threatening to overwhelm.

She has forgotten to breathe.

Between contractions,

she recalls her training;

sudden intake of lungs delivers

North Wind fury.

Together,

they bring forth a son,

and name him

Snow…

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The sky, pregnant with snow, was surly and strange and wonderful all day today.  I could only capture the smallest portion of its wild beauty…