Thursday, March 08, 2007


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.

3 Comments:

Blogger Ally said...

This is so beautiful...so subtle and intricate. I love it! Thanks for sharing your gifts...

8:47 AM  
Blogger brittanicals said...

Thank you so much, Ally! Do you have a blog? I have seen you at Peterson's place, is that where you found me?

12:51 PM  
Blogger kkr said...

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

6:26 AM  

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