Earth celebrates the season
in a thousand shades of gray.
Black and white bleed
stark contrast into
a horizon birthing light.
She stands under towering trees
soaking in their strength
– feeling –
a Sense of Wonder –
the miracle of spring snow
for a thirst driven desert…
She gazes upward lost in canopies –
Cottonwoods bending sturdy
arms seeking to embrace…
each patch of bare skin
breathing diamond flakes…
Wearing furry mink coats
her heaped up heart
opens to Love.
Trees know
her Mother and Lover,
both hide inside
Rough Bark,
That spring Sap is rising.
As Father,
trees dip and sway
but do not break
or walk away
in the fiercest of winds
even
when mighty walls
fall…
The child needs protection
from those
who left her
behind.
She leans
towards steadfast trees
dripping water from each limb…
Their shelter is her symphony.
Tangled in
Underground conversation –
she listens.
Trees sing love songs to Water,
to ‘Changing Woman.’
A Rainbow covered mountain –
has blessed her
with a Spring Benediction.
Working notes:
As I stepped out the door at dawn the words rose unbidden – “this is a spring benediction”. Last night the Cloud People came and offered the Earth a gift of wet snow that covered each branch and bush, altering the landscape in the most magnificent way.
This winter and early spring the desert has been given a reprieve from drought.
No matter how temporary, I am celebrating for the trees, scrub, wildflowers and myself, for all of us must have our feet dipped in sky water to thrive.
