The Aries New Moon
and the Zodiac cycle begins again.
I cross the threshold of life
into menopause officianale
It is such a day of transitions
with wild winds
and a battle raging between winter snow showers
and warm summer sunshine.
The spikey plant, whats left of it, shudders
in the blustery gusterly
A tiny wren is buffeted across the garden
to the relative shelter of the weeping pine.
The sky darkens once more
the snow comes
soft, fat flakes this time
against the backdrop of the huge conifer branches
agitated lime-tipped fronds
tousled to and fro.
More giant flakes of snow
The cold creeps under a blanket into my toes
Winter is not releasing its grip so easily this year.
The wind whistles through and around the house
whipping any residue of warmth away with it.
The snow ebbs
and then stops
The wind drops
the cloud lightens
the sky brightens
Blue sky with cottonwool puffs of cloud sliding, gliding.
Shadows skid across the earth
And the sun breaks through again.
Such an inbetween time
the jostling for dominance of the seasons
comings and goings
waxing and wanings
A new crescent moon
will be sought out tomorrow
marking initiating the start of Ramadan
the fast will begin
And with christians in lent
eyes, east and west, will be on God