She Is Winter
Her laugh
A swirl of pristine snow.
Her icy winds
Piercing, proving.
Casting down the unnecessary
At her feet
She sees your heart
Enduring
Amidst bare branches.
Her midnight sustained
So that your light
May blaze brightest.
She is winter.
excerpt from She Is Winter © R. Dawn Hutchinson
Barefoot on sweetgrass
She arrives at her own behest
Delayed and delighted
By anticipation.
Eyes eager,
The first to find her seedlings.
Midwife of the heart
She spies
The aching dream
And eases
It’s growth into the world
Setting you down
On shaking legs
Onto the sunlit path.
She is spring.
She Is Spring
excerpt from She Is Spring © R. Dawn Hutchinson
Winged Horse
So, heart bridled and braced,
And compassion unbound,
Feather by feather
His wings fell to the ground.
Four hooves touched the earth
With a thundering vow:
Horse would carry Man’s burdens,
He would help Man to plow.
He would gather their herds,
And pull heavy carts,
And when Mankind’s sorrow
Weighed too much for their hearts,
Horse’s great strength would carry that too.
excerpt from Winged Horse © R. Dawn Hutchinson
The far horizon.
Endless abandon.
The lines at her eyes
Radiating
Beams across her face.
Hawk soaring
On roiling air.
Snake stretched in the sun
Forever
Growing too big
For her skin.
excerpt from She Is Summer © R. Dawn Hutchinson
She Is Summer
She Is Autumn
The flushed apple
The arresting moon
Her bountiful heart
Dances about you
In the falling leaves.
Hand in hand
Walking you
To the cold times to come.
Inhale her deeply,
For she will not
Outstay her welcome.
She is autumn.
excerpt from She Is Autumn © R. Dawn Hutchinson