Winter

There is a root descending from the hearth
This is an invitation
A journey into darkness.
The layers of light are not jailed by time
But rather freed
She teaches us how not to fear death
To judge not the fullness of nothingness
She silently reminds us
We are all children
My self a leaf
Which ripens and will one day fall
Making way for other leaves
An existance divined in the rot of earth.
Return
Return
We are all invited to return
To darkness
When we were nothing but a memory
She was holding us
Remembering our Mother
We come home