Mystic of the Wildwood

snow covered trees
heavy with brilliant intensity
bow in quiet intention -
Cailleach’s icy breath curls ‘round hoary trees,

          white silence swallows the wildwood

movement,
not winter’s tempest –

          a ghost bird

undulating wings
old as the weald,
a mythical shadow

          aglow in the early bright






© Tara E. Wisnewski Janisch and Rugged Earth Blessings, 2012-2014. 
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of original poems, essays and 
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