NUDGINGS:

Winter nudges old autumn away from sunlight,

Wolves turn from grey to the bite of snow white,

Dried fallen leaves nudged by snout-rooting boar,

Searching for old acorns beneath the onset of hoar,

Bears nudge stone walls of cold caves & dark lairs,

Fleas nudge warm bodies of hibernating long hairs,

Bees no longer drone, they slow down to a crawl,

As mists blanket the land & the snow starts to fall,

Raindrops nudge branches & sad dripping boughs,

The earth to the Goddess, has made ancient vows,

When the shiftings, driftings & nudgings stay still,

When all´s deeply asleep beneath forest, field & hill,

And all appears dead & forlorn, beneath icy cold frost,

Within our ancient breasts, we know nothing is lost,

And while over land & sea, hushed icy winds blow,

Deeply, soil nudges seed, who again starts to grow,

With tickling & urging, again the universe gives birth,

Through the nudging of soil, life returns to fecund earth.