Blood in the Snow
January 2026
by Dianne Sefcik
I’m diving for the pearl, oracle of the deep
For the subtle light that shimmers in the murk
I come with an offering, Old One
That offering is pain
You know how to siphon mystery
How to respond to injury
How to protect your gift
How do I
Suspended in this lagoon of tears
There are those among us
Who would rip you from your home
String you up
Wear you like a trophy
Stolen in a crusade they don’t know they lost
What you have
Cannot be won
Only given
Gift us protection, Mother
You who can grow iridescent armor
from auroras of resilience and strength
Help us shine
Dazzle
Recognize and help each other
In this dark time
~
Dianne Sefcik lives in rural Albany County where she writes, paints, gardens and enjoys the company of profoundly kind people.
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