spirit guides us, watching above, solid below;
her strong arms hold in warm hearth promise.
protects us from harm, towards uncertain unknowns.
Despite wind’s cold voice chasing us; we rest,
spirit opens us to her green velvet;
tree nation’s welcoming swath sways in whispered hope.
tarries us with birdsong; bluebells ring shelter,
danger’s shadow fades in Gaia spirit’s assurant gleams.
Cold shadow fades; promised hearth warms us.
Merril is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics Tuesday. Merril says:
Since March is often very windy, and since we haven’t had an ekphrastic prompt in a while, I thought paintings of wind would make a good prompt. I’ve chosen four paintings of wind. They could all be March, but they differ in setting and style. I hope one appeals to you. Please choose one of them and write a poem using it for inspiration.
Today’s poem is in a new form created by Cendrine Marrouat, called a sepigram.
I’m also linking my poem to Paul’s Poetry Playground, as Paul is the one who called my attention to Cendrine’s new form.
I also dedicate this poem to the People of Ukraine that they may each find warm hearth in their times of trouble.