Welcome home,
Welcome back into my arms,
Even though you've been a season gone,
I have saved you some of summer's warmth.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
In her,
nature
a seed
planted by her mother
one
she wouldn’t feel
until the first
of womanhood
inside of her chest
in bloom
a well of gratefulness
a rooted inner compass
a quiet
but awakened
awareness
a feeling
to trust
but no substitute for love
but enough
enough to show her
it was possible
how sweltering heat
could be rainfall
how seasons
and time
could be here
and gone
the world
was waiting
the sun
held all aglow
accountable
to living
expected not to shy away
when she herself
was giving
"Omit outwards",
she said
"Radiate like me
attend to your senses
let wind be a tide
to rush against your skin
to rub the nape of the neck
to cool the temper of your breath
let my darling,
grass
be a place to rest
climb up
on the shoulders of trees
or just
sit beside her
and feel herstory
firm
beneath your feet
foundation
for every path
for every choice
you chose to walk
and listen
to the silence
as night begins to fall
go to sleep feeling
the day was but a dream
everything sings in you now
your heart is wild
and beating
and all the world
is a mirror
of that inner feeling
where she finds
in her,
nature
is breathing.
-
July 24th, 2013
(a poem inspired by the title of a writers group I am in. )
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC