Following the steps of Scandinavian foremothers
I scatter seed outside my door at Yuletide
enticing birds and good fortune for
the new year.
They deliver stray feathers among their blessings,
beauty, grace and energy.
When only split shells remain,
songs come drifting from the
oak, maple and birch,
birthing a sense
of peace and well-being
carrying me
‘til spring.
