Winter Births 


I am here




The coming nows

Our souls hurtling 

From lives and time’s completions

The stars, suns and moons

Moving in star’s light time

To arrive long–long years before 

These ourselves are born

All that is needed, wanted

 Is carry in the star dust of our being as

Memories of our last selves

Curls into Fire flies dancing in long grass

Fiddle heads tightly furled

Figs’ inward flowers seeded to bloom

We have chosen these woman to carry us to full term

To bring premortal and primordial  worlds’

Dreamings and knowings to and through us

So that we may raise them

So that they may raise us

To fulfill our cycles of destined  returns

Among clouds of star dust.

© Andrea Canaan

Atlanta Georgia

December 2022

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