Spirals of Time
~ Labyrinth ~
Sonnet 3

A spiral that was hope conceived
Gaia in her dreaming
There traced a pattern she believed
Offered as redeeming

Straight past the goal the path will lead
Past patience must it walk
Sewn bright with soft returning seeds
Its seasons to unlock

Here I walk these paths beginning
With solemn gladness glide
Slow and soft the New Year spinning
The worlds swift turning tide

There’s only one door to enter
Circle to the center


Edwina Peterson Cross