Without Light

 

I'm grateful for winter
and autumn
who offer a cocoon,
dark and solemn

to snuggle inside
the burrows we've carved.
Our minds can find peace
when our souls have been starved.

Some days the shadows
are my preferred place.
The shade they provide
is a cool, quiet space

where I can just be
without judgement or fear,
take a deep breath,
see what I hold dear.

Ruru, what do you
see without light?
Who answers your call
in the deep of the night?

Little Owl,
you sing your song,
and I will boldly
sing along.