candles in earth tell
ancient fables to tree roots
angels whisper “Grow”.
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Tag: Spring
The Trees’ Prayer
beneath the trees we scatter stones, crystals sprinkled, quartz, adventurine, jasper, shining on whiteout pavements, hematite and sea stone offered, we’re gifted branches by the Rowan that once gave us an indoor sukkah while I was bedbound in our home, one loosed branch will be my pointer in the time yet to be spun, I’ll…
One Drop
One droplet in the green; the clear looking glass of eons yet to be seen, and eons of lost past; of has, was and could have been are caught within a glance; a glimmer; a projection, a globe’s circumference in each drop, queendoms, their union and divergence within neurons and electrons of those two coiling…
Our Mothers’ Mother
Our mothers’ mother
speaks within the ancestry
of bees and flowers.
Returning
sweetened seeds in sheaths,
spring’s tunic dressed in
last sun’s poppies,
twelve moon pirouettes since
we consumed these;
