...A NEW DAY, A NEW SEASON

You know yourself, but then you
Forgot, and now it is time to
Remember

Children of the trees
Lay trembling in rot
Now frozen in cold
December

There exists a door
In myth and in lore
Through which, it is knowing one can
Enter the world of the Gods
Beyond all illusion
A world which embodies their
Center

And she's moving through streets in the light of the snow
Crunching leaves underfoot as she goes and
She Knows
And she's feeling the sun through the cold
As Spring's sacred healing begins to unfold, and it begins
Transcendence beyond reason....