A Winter Walk
A winter
walk is all I need,
returning
home to the woods in me.
Here I am
whole,
here I am
held,
by the great
earth mother,
singing me
home.
Come, let us
return,
let us
remember who we really are,
under the
skins of she and he,
beyond the
shadows of what could be.
Returning to
nature,
within and
without,
remembering
that we too,
are nature
born.
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