Her life is a series of seasons
As a young girl the Spring welled up inside her
She would pick worms with her dad late at night
after the rain
He would fish with them the next day
Where had all the Earth Worms gone?
They do not exit our mama to lay upon the sidewalk after the rains come now...
Was the rain too toxic?
Had we found them all and fished them into not being?
Was Gaia wondering too.....
Where are these creatures who aerated her soil?
What did she crave now that they have retreated?
The summers were freedom, pure and simple
Camping for weeks in the woods
Peacefully perfect
Checking for ticks
Long, lazy days in the canoe, content
Spin the bottle with the boys at night
Feet on Terra Firma, connected
Spin the bottle with the boys at night
Feet on Terra Firma, connected
Where did the connection go?
Why did it become easier to leave herself as she grew?
Why did the trappings of life trump freedom?
When did inner peace fall to pieces?
Fall.....the ultimate season, always
the headdresses of the trees morphing and transitioning
In full array, in all their glory.... glowing, on fire
Her heart chakra blending to match the colors
Wide OPEN!!!!!!!!!!
As she watched the leaves drop from the trees
She understood somewhere inside her, the leaving brings the growth
the drop facilitates the return
We have choice and a voice about how we fall
We can flutter and fly gracefully, gently resting on the ground
Or die atop the tree and plummet down, crumpled before landing
Now, as the trees cry out, she hears them, she speaks to them
Winter brought the crisping of the senses
her breath hanging like steam in the frozen air
The sting of the cold on her face waking her daily
Catching snowflakes on her tongue
Each one as unique as she
Last winter, the snow did not come
Had the Earth worms known so many years ago
that Gaia would suffer her own seasons
Did she know she was in trouble?
She is screaming...
She is screaming...
Do you hear her?
It feels like an emptiness
Do you feel it?
It feels like an emptiness
Do you feel it?
Will we save her?
Will we save ourselves?
They are one in the same
Well seasoned her self now
she knows her perpetual life seasons are lessons, opportunities, honors
she knows her perpetual life seasons are lessons, opportunities, honors
Winter brings the peaceful blanket of snow
Spring the new shoots she is creating
Summer the ripe fruit of passion and purpose
Fall, the chance to shed her own leaves, leaving, releasing
Returning again, stronger, wiser as the cycles repeat
Feet on Terra Nova, creating connections
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