artwork copyright © Josephine Wall
Lost in the swirl of winter's first kiss
Feathered in pristine white,
The voice of the season lures me
Into a wild, ancient dance.
Deep in my soul, fragments of drum beats
Sound loudly their contagious rhythm
Pulling me to celebrate in the old ways
Innocent of time, lost to history
Embedded in my blood
Embraced in my heart
Living on through me.
Sarah Wagner currently lives in West Virginia with her family. Her work
has appeared in The Threshold, Penwomanship, Scorched Earth, and The Front Porch. Visit her online at www.freewebs.com/sarahwagner.
Another poem by Ms. Wagner
"Native Winter" Copyright © 2005 Sarah Wagner. All rights
Published by permission of the author.
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