Threshold

Threshold

Once I thought to escape winter by moving northwest.

The mildness was then a relief to my worn frame.

Not anymore. The winter followed me afoot.

Is it attached without a chance for coincidence?

Why would the seasons be aware of a single soul?

Tis´ my yearning for spring animating winter´s cloak.

Did I not see the first lambs springing hither and fro?

2^nd February 2015

©By Andrea Connolly

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Brigid Lore

For land

She stretched her cloak

To the four corners of the kingdom

But she would inhabit the space

Of her original request only

After the king found his heart

To grant her sacred ground

1st of February 2015

©By Andrea Connolly