Becoming Grandmother

(Capri Rose)

I swallowed

Bitter Fruit,

hung on

a cross


by others,

made peace

with revenge,




suffering too.


(Beaver moon November)

A blushing pearl


in December’s


 New crescent



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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