what ought to bloom

oftentimes

I am Mother I am Earth

from whose hand
pours the rain
that feeds the land
that feeds us

flourishing
shy
little shoots

forest on my skin

offspring

indigenous

of spring

what ought to bloom

wanted

control over
what's above
my head

were I Ether were I Queen

I'd dwell upon the highest hill

plant a pearl, expect
a castle to grow

wake up at the first
sign of dawn

echoes of the tragedy of symmetry

my roots afire

what ought to bloom

a sun

what ought to bloom

grooming I found
a nest of grey

fearless for the end is near

trophies of autumn's
victory

these leaves have turned
to bronze turned to silver
turned to gold

feathers gone astray

flying to Neptune

wise, bold

eloping children

lost

the essential
despite unknowns

is to rise &
trust

the fall'll be
gentle

what ought to bloom

in my free time I surrender

feverishly

how wondrous to be
cradled by the wind

Lilith in her crib

frozen feet

dreaming

I dream
I planted many seeds in many hearts

I dream
I am the whole universe

on every outbreath stirs
a hurricane

I dream
I wake up in sweat

snow has melted

birds wet their beaks
in salty puddles