"A SHE TREE"

This poem reflects how cycles and seasons birth creativity within us to get up and walk on!

Waking up rising from mist from fog

a shaking flower with fragile power

awakened in a distant hour,

can't explain the extent of the pain

or what came first  or last,

these words come from a world behind there,

tap dancing bold so fast,

but the moon has gave birth to me,

i rise renewed,

refreshed,

new wine,

bolder colors,

ripe fruit,

inspired lover,

of truth,

it's salt,

a season,

theres reasons,

but,

but the moon has gave birth to me,

this poet she breathes,

winters over relief,

somewhere in the night

she came as a theif,

she grew full she brimmed over,

spilled all over me,

in me is birthed a strong she tree,

ah,

the moon she gave birth to me.