Forged
current draws me, center to the circlet of green.
to where garden-tides ebb, unknown. Unseen.
shadows shift, from grass to leaves,
arms lift, take on dawn's golden sleeves.
light arcs, to find a sacred weld.
Earth, sky, body--
meld.
Vein opens,
infused with soil and water.
forged
The Mother's Daughter.
posted by brittanicals at
10:32 AM
3 Comments:
This is so beautiful...so subtle and intricate. I love it! Thanks for sharing your gifts...
Thank you so much, Ally! Do you have a blog? I have seen you at Peterson's place, is that where you found me?
Wow. Those are beautiful words. Did you write that poem? It's amazing.
Your photos, your house, reminds me so much of my old home. It's perfect.
So much love to you today.
Kristie
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