White Owl Woman

Come down
from the stars

white owl
woman

your face
of moonlight
stills me

your gentle 
hand
caresses
the trees

there is snow
on the hills
and ice
on the river

come down
to us
and bring us
your wings.

I wrote this on a 9 day meditation retreat in Wales.  The half-moon was white against the dark winter night.

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