Chilly crisp air, snow begins to melt below,
the first seeds are planted, at last.
my intentions will grow,
Time will pass.
Manifestation will come to blossom & bestow,
In this midwinter scene, beyond vast.

A Goddess of many contradictions you are.
Passions that flow like a river,
Inspiration is in the aroma, kept it in a jar.
This pen keeps writing as I...