Poem of the Week: Bloodstone Mirror by Cleo Bell Minutes tick weeks float like the snow transition from Mother to Crone— reading devotionals writing poems signs show a path On my way home. Shadow work casting light joy lost to joy gained crushed then pray and pray wounded dreams back into day Patterns snagged instincts speak louder than any pain. Heart and mind this young crone knows true love is divine I trust in the Lord. Midwinter past my own seeds I plant still growi