January Bliss



January Bliss

The women bathe
on diamond silver stone
no want for summer dream
or winter thought to dash
the hope of a splintered ash
gently nursing frozen water

Nothing frayed or betrayed
raven ally somersaulting over Burren
between valleys, a slice of stream
and fern cushioned wishes

No longing
but for the tree to find
the whoosh through western winds
and starling murmur
offering rest to each fox mother

All forgiven
in the new year’s gasp
a splint of heaven
and a prayer to the ground
reach in the cracks
spirit found

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