Gateway

Tonight we walk through the gateway of the East.  A full lunar eclipse graces evening skies with a coppery red moon.  Frosty winter breath blows silence across the land. Many of us lay in snow, swim in rain, allow wind to caress our cheeks; we feel the first impulse of sweet spring sap in the marrow of cold.  Holiday time, family tensions, family clearings, new birth, new structure.  Structure which will support seedlings in rooftop gardens and songbird melodies on the breeze.  The new earth may be but an impulse deep within lava flows, but she is here!  Oh she is here!!!  Welcome. xxxxxxxx