Mother Earth

A prose

Mother Earth pampers herself bathing in the dawns early light;

in the cool showers of the rain and the salt of the sea,

as she heals the wounds of the generation before.

She perfumes her body with the scent of red roses

and walks barefoot upon the velvet dew of the morn. 

The love within her heart shows through the warmth

of her soul; deep within the valleys  and her womb of wonder.

Pregnant with seeds she gives birth

as wildflowers burst into an array of color along

the side of a country road; waiting to be picked by a loving hand;

someone in love for the first time.

In the the spring of her life she dances in the wind

in her skirt of many colors; laughing and sighing 

within the rustling of the leaves.

And the flora upon the palette of spring

blooms like cherry blossoms in the April rain.

And  as she becomes enamored with the sun; the summer months

 carry on with the heat of passion.

In the prime and the ecstasy of the moment, she notices a change.

The autumn days creep silently upon her beauty

as leaves begin to fade.  She is swept away in the wind

into the winter of her life and she remembers

once upon a time. Snow appears upon the rooftops 

as she cradles memories to the slope of her bosom. 

Teardrops in the darkness upon the pillow of moonlight

overflows the rivers of pain and neglect... 

waiting for the warrior in the wind to carry her

over the threshold of another day.

Pendulum of the night chimes with the dawn

and  deep ridges of the mountains show of wisdom once smooth

as a flaxen moon. But she will carry on with the strength 

and will as only Mother Earth can; and will return

to the springtime of love; when spirits in the wind

whisper her name.

©SyberRose

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Cassie]

Awww....such a beautiful write, I love it I love it I love it. Good job Rose and write write write.

[SyberRose]

Thank you very much Cassie:)

[Soma-ko]

A beautifully written poem, and I love the way you described the passing of seasons. The way mother earth changes as time passes, and the endless cycle that she herself knows too well. A very warm poem, that slowly transitioned to cold. Much enjoyed, and great job.

[SyberRose]

thank you so much Soma...and for that lovely review...thanks for peeking in tonight:)

[Soma-ko]

No problem, and I'm glad I finally got the chance to read it. :)
One of my favorites.

[B-poet]

A very distinctive and eloquent piece here. I loved the overall theme and underlying message you've conveyed here as well. A fine write and read. Great work. :)

[SyberRose]

Thank you Bpoet...so glad you enjoyed Mother Earth...hope you're having a great day:)

[Archangel Gabriel]

Mmmmm couldn't decide if this was a metaphor for aging and dying or simply a description of the change of seasons. Either way it was a gentle in a whimsical kind of description.

[SyberRose]

Yes aging is like the turn of the seasons...thank you for peeking in Archangel:)

[s y e]

"She perfumes her body with the scent of red roses
and walks barefoot upon the velvet dew of the morn.

The love within her heart shows through the warmth
of her soul; deep within the valleys and her womb of wonder."

I loved these lines, you write with such passion and honesty and the imagery is always vivid! (:

Rose, you write such amazing writes on amazing topics and each time you ace them all! (: You're so incredibly talented that you've got me hooked on every write! ((:

~ Noodle.

[SyberRose]

The mutual admiration society here haa...thank you Sye...so glad you enjoyed Mother Earth...Rose:)

[BL]

All the aspects of nature have been included in this magical personification of our earth, you are making me see again in a new light the overlooked beauty of our world that is all around and yet taken for granted. With such great appeal this poem in some ways reads like an advert for our world with the enticing descriptions and imagery used and it would certainly bring in those who have not yet visited in great numbers.

[SyberRose]

Thank you Bluely...I do appreciate your kind words and review as always...Rose:)

[quinfinn]

i don't know why you aren't at top writer...well, yeh, i kinda do...anyway, this is superb poetry. i am always , always impressed by your quill. well done!

[SyberRose]

As I mentioned ive mainly been reading recently...thought I would take time and write something.
read moreAs I mentioned ive mainly been reading recently...thought I would take time and write something.
Thanks for peeking Quin...appreciate it as always...Rose:)

[quinfinn]

but, of course.

[Angi]

Rose! This is so lovely! I love the imagery, I can see her walking through those wildflowers, I can smell her heady scent. Just beautiful! Angi~

[SyberRose]

Thank you very much Angi...and for peeking in and commenting...Rose:)

[Angi]

My pleasure, Rose! Always.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Standing O! Poetry in true form. Beautifully done... what a way to tell the story of nature, our "Mother Earth."

[SyberRose]

Thank you Poetic heroics...and for taking time to peek in and comment today...Rose:)

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Anytime, Rose it was a pleasure and a learning experience.

[Magnolia]

'as she heals the wounds of the generation before.'...this,I believe is what Mother Earth does Rose...she keeps on healing, but for how long ?...an epic poem full of wondrous lines, my favourites too many to mention...loved it, for it's beauty, thank you...Maggie

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much Maggie...so glad you enjoyed today and thank you for peeking in:)