From Sacred Fire, 1996, by Nancy Wood
From the deep blanket of winter, I am.
From the fertile seeds of spring, I am.
From the unfolding leaves of summer, I am.
From the ripening fruits of autumn, I am.
If winter's song is one of sleep, sing it.
If spring's song is one of anticipation, sing it.
If summer's song is one of fullness, sing it.
If autumn's song is one of change, sing it.
What you are, I am.
What I am, you will be.
Where summer goes, I follow.
Where winter goes, we walk together.
The longing of this old woman
is satisfied by the loving of that old man.