August Morning Moon
fall morning feeling
august yet
yesterday these words were
blackberries jewel ripe
gems falling from green branch fingers
jewels for the mouth’s eyes
jewels for making pies
and this morning
a wood fire burning through see-breath air
tomatoes ripening
solid green color turning red through minute changes
I never cease to wonder at all this,
lost in the hum of busy insects.
gathering, gathering
gathering and then dispersing
energy and power
seed, flower, fruit, seed...
dying again and again
in order to feel reborn
in order to be free
friend of sun and moon
my life is just this trip through space
rider on the earth planet
gone away from sorrow
these songs of moving feeling moving
on wings too light to hold me forever.
Published “ Womanspirit”
Fall 1975
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