The Winter Dreamers Are Singing Donald L. Engstrom-Reese

The Winter Dreamers Are Singing

It is Midwinter Night.

The Winter Dreamers are Singing. Listen. They are yoiking the secret names of snow, Sending their powers vibrating throughout the cosmos.

They are chanting the chants of icy restoration, Crystalizing the probabilities of promised renewal.

They are articulating a clarity that can only be held in Winter’s Breath, Knowing that it feeds the Breath of Life and the Kiss of Death.

The Winter Dreamers are Singing. Listen. They are incanting the spells that enliven the deepest mysteries Dwelling within the nuclei of every molecule of wintery water.

They are vocalizing the rhythmic magics of dream blizzards Howling into being transformative white hurricanes of frozen possibility.

They are intoning the tones of the vibrant winds of wisdom, Encoding the mysteries of a life well lived onto the walls of our beating hearts. The Winter Dreamers are Singing. Listen.

Breath deep … and join the chorus.

—Donald L. Engstrom-Reese