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

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nature is much like us.

we rebound when warmth hits us...in life in general and in love...

nice analogy here, and your usual sharp description.

[SyberRose]

Thank you Jacob...always nice hearing from you:)

[Sami Khalil]

"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"
You have captured nature in all its seasons and moments and took us farther into the meanings of it all and how we are part of the whole . You are whispering her name and she is calling your etched name upon her...Bravo

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much Sami...I'm glad you enjoyed Mother Earth:)

[Sami Khalil]

Always...You are welcome...:)