How dare I even scribe words on paper
My deficient attempt to paint the canvas
The scene in detail when snow falls
A lover’s caress on parched red dust
On dried carcasses of last year’s produce
Each seed a gangster in the dry rocky sand
Fighting for a place in the neighborhood
The ground opened her mouth
Hungary and ripe to drink in the copulant gift
Melding sky, water, and soil of Mother Earth
Divine triad, sacred ancient amalgam
Snow so gently laid in her embrace
That not a limb, or stalk, or tufted bale
Cracked or split or twisted so
But only bowed with a lover’s grace
Grateful for the return of what will,
In Spring’s gestation, bring forth life
How dare I observe this intimacy
And report it for all the world to know?
Janet Elizabeth Hartwick Sterk
April 2022
Sandy Roberts
Just beautiful!!
HealingJourneys
Thank you!
Sandy Trudel
Really intense…. excellent use of imagery, energy and words. xo xo
HealingJourneys
Thank you Sandy!
Cynthia Melvin
I’m so glad you dare. I am waiting to find out if you will open your home again on superior for yoga
HealingJourneys
How lovely. thank you. I am not sure when the next yoga retreat will be. Stay in touch! Life is ever interesting!