Beverley Price is my fifth poet from the collection ‘Moon Poets: Six Pagan poets’ published by Moon Books and edited by Trevor Greenfield, and she continues a northern winter theme. Beverley “is a weaver of dark prose and poetry, dreamer of Gothic imagery, cat lover and nature worshipper. Her work deals with the bitter fact that love is not always chocolate boxes and roses mixed in with the imagery of her pagan roots and love of mythology”. The collection as a whole also includes work by Martin Pallot, Tiffany Chaney, Lorna Smithers, Robin Herne and Romany Rivers.
Winter Is …
Winter, the trees stand bare.
Snow covers the ground.
A secret message, just for me to share.
It died on the breeze, not making a sound.
Blunted by the whitewash.
Reinforcing my desire.
Whisper leaves, the story told.
The urge to feel and enquire.
The winter wolves are coming.
I would love to be there.
And round about, the waste of time.
This winter is usual and rare.
Now, winter time is full of light.
Winter had become my lover.
Hot with your love, and summer to discover.