My window frames a soft painting
In shades of grey and green and brown,
Tree bows weighed down
By the cold, fluffy presence of water.
Water that will melt and flow
When Spring finally sneaks in,
Many weeks from now, to claim
Her place on the wheel of time.
But she slumbers under
The blanket of quiet that comes
In Winter’s white rest,
The lake sleepy beneath its ice.
Clouds cloak the sky, a lazy
Ceiling of floating vapor,
Crystalized and released
To decorate the waiting world.
Beneath the earth-warmed ground
Roots and seeds and creatures await,
Biding their time like thoughts
Seeking the perfect season to grow.
Original writing by Katrina Ariel.
I seem to be communicating best in poetry lately. I even did a few submissions this week to magazines that publish poetry, which is a good thing for my writerly ambitions.
Even if none of the submissions are accepted, the act of getting my work out there is an important one. If I don’t do submissions, there is zero chance of being published to a wider audience with the credits that come with professional publications. Also, I expect rejections from magazines won’t sting as much as rejections from literary agents, considering poems take mere hours to write (even if those hours are spread out over years, in the case of some revisions), whereas manuscripts take months or years of painstaking dedication.
I've been working on my manuscripts, too, all good news in the writing department.
Always, I’m very aware of the slow cycles of nature—the nuances within the seasons, the course of the moon, and the ways I am interconnected to this beautiful planet.
When you get quiet and listen, nature has so much to teach us.
Thank you for reading!
Peace. 
Photos mine unless otherwise credited.
Author bio: Katrina Ariel is an old-soul rebel, musician, tree-hugging yogini, and mama bear to twins. Author of Yoga for Dragon Riders (non-fiction) and Wild Horse Heart (romance), she's another free-spirit swimming in the ocean of Steem.
Dragon art commissioned from Liiga Smilshkalne.
