Becoming Grandmother

(Capri Rose)

I swallowed

Bitter Fruit,

hung on

a cross

constructed

by others,

made peace

with revenge,

choosing

endurance,

 Love,

suffering too.

Purged.

(Beaver moon November)

A blushing pearl

hung

in December’s

Dawn. 

 New crescent

 Cradled, 

 Star

born from

sea and sky…

Sedna blessed.

 An Old Woman

braided Light.

Gold and silver threads 

Shattered Shadow.

Steel arrows flew.

 She who heals, cast

 Circles of Protection

around her Rose.

One day thorns would grow…

Endings birth

New Beginnings.

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