Deep within an overgrown, ancient wood
In solitude, lies the earthy peace I seek.
Voices of the sacred Mother’s brood
In whispers of wind and burbles of creek.
Nature always calls her dear children home,
Ever connected, though they may forget.
Fertile ground found in fern green and black loam,
Elder trees march in dark jade silhouette.
Mossy fingers float, to caress passers by,
Infusing each visitor with reverence and awe.
Natural cathedrals stretch spires to the sky,
In celebration of the Earth Mother’s law.
Nearer, in the wilds, to the Divine Feminine.
Eager is this child to commune once again.
~ © C.L.R. ~ 2014