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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