Blessed be the flowers
Of the Winter Womb
Brightening up a bleak, bare walk
Or a darkened, dismal room
Grace of God
For giving me
Beneath this barren tree,
A purple hopeful metallic sheen,
A Callicarpa bloom
A powder pink Viburnum ~
No tempest born nor Autumn storm
Could turn her merry petals
To fallen, short and soon
Grateful for the Holly’s blood,
Red among its spiky studs
And thank you for the sunny, happy Aconites
Coming into bud
As I stroll along a well-worn path
Beside the waterfront,
Below the crescent Moon…
In Love & Light, FS 🫶 Xx
A Daughter of Nyx 