standing empty
once more
in the early morning chatter
of bird song and creek talk
the slow grinding whisper
of rocks, shifting
in the veiny fingers
of the earth
feeling it
come up through
word seeds
of love
of light
burst in the heart
catch me
in that shiny flow.
~Cathy Caser 1986, reproduced in the We'Moon 2009 Calendar
Art found
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