Things I offer to Hel
-I offer her those moments in the cold where the tips of my fingers just start to lose feelings -I offer her the moments of the leaves crunching beneath my feet as the days become shorter -I offer her the moments where I reflect on those I've lost over the years and remember them fondly -I offer her the scents of lavender, cloves and patchouli, spicy and calm, serenity -I offer her my silence, the reflection of myself as still as water in the night -I offer her preserved flowers, may their inherent beauty reflect her and their preservation reflect her work -I offer her my loneliness, those moments that I forget I have my ancestors and friends behind me -I offer her my drive on long roads in the night, it may not be her road but I feel she enjoys the trip -I offer her the time I spend cleaning in cemeteries, returning the dead to their honor and respecting their history And finally -I offer her my hand, though she may grip with her coldest hand, I will still embrace her. Kiss the exposed knuckles and acknowledge her sovereignty. Though she may be cold, she is not made purely of ice.
