roimh an éirí
In the last days of winter, deep in separate caverns we each seek the root songs that sing us whole, and the memory of the constellations that draw the patterns of our remaking. ii Even in the silence, the echo of your heartbeat. Even in the darkness, your golden light. Even going inward, sinking downward, my root finds and braids with yours down in the place where the web of wyrd weaves worlds.
Thank you for this connection
I love reading your poetry aloud and am particularly enjoying your recent offerings. Your poetry feels deeply embodied. Thank-you, Sean, for your gift as a poet, and for your gift of the poems!