She gathers her inspirations
through one last glimmering brilliant red-gold dance.
Wind (Tuuli) kicks up and sings a bolder song
as she whirls and twirls to its northerly rhythm.
It bites her heels.
Like a frenzied wolf chasing its prey,
she spins and spins
until every last red, gold and yellow leaf
has shimmied back onto Earth.
She spirals and spirals into a Dance of Death.
As Silence enters her, she comes to a standstill.
She knows she must enter the Earth
to create space for new beginnings.
No niin, nyt on Talvi. Yes, so now it is Winter.
Winter is not the time for new beginnings—
that is Spring’s work.
Winter’s work was death,
the stillness from whose decay leaked
all sorts of unasked lessons.
To Be Continued ...
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