I.
Dark
obscuring light
like that animal part
of you
and all these stumbling blocks
collapse
in a moment
if you let them—
winter’s break. Mending
spring’s rage to cease at last
summer’s search ending
in this howl of release.
The fall
comes up floating.
And love. Your bridge is waiting
if you let your shadows drown
in raw eclipse.
–
II.
Wait for the rising
she comes
fully
to swallow all
that you might release.
Wolves in the night
sing to her
our light in the dark
pulling hearts
across the sky. Whispering
quiet delight
at the sight. Our eyes
translucent
in gossamer glow.
–
III.
The black moon
is leaning in.
To dig out my aches
and I say to her—
gather my truths
tenderly in your palms
and breathe wisdom in
to the dark places.
Let this be kindling
for greater things.
–
By Jaimee Ulmer.
Jaimee is a mixed media artist and writer, tattoo collector, moon lover, and mom to three wild warrior boys. Follow her on Instagram at @_havenwood and @when.jain.types.
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