last spring, as she crashed to the Earth,
I heard, rebirth, I heard its
expansive nature.
I watched the Earth awaken, stir, be reborn.
I now ride her wave, I prepare for falls harvest.

the seeds I planted then, they were varied.
many different species, respecting
diversity.
encouraging soil to transform, to be built
up… soil the base of all things.
the destination for rebirth. Earth, its self.
She welcomes the dead, the cold dirt
embraces the shell, releasing the head.

this season, first fully aware.
this year, the questions were released.
the responses, quiet in nature,
quietly watching the nature of things,
the cycles of me,
harvesting the deepest of seeds.
the ones that grow deep,
tap rooted, dug deep.
bursting into rocks that lay as silent giants,
releasing the minerals life requires atop.
bursting through the soil,
called to the Sun,
cultivating, care taking, maintaining
for new seeds, next year.

planting along with the mothers of Mother,
encouraging my growth
to align with my self,
released to prepare for new seasons.