another goddess lived near here
before the winter
before the rains and the ice and the snow
watching as the leaves turned brilliant, then fell
watching as branches became ink strokes brushed across cold winter sky,
watching as they softened into red, then green then burst into leaf.
and now, as spring turns into summer
she is gone
disappeared without a trace
only memories remain
and the sound of the water
and birds conversing in the trees.
may we cherish what is and know it is forever transforming.
Dear Joan
ReplyDeleteI read and enjoyed all your goddess. They are beautiful little people who enjoy the short time they spend on this earth. I hope that some day I meet a goddess in a hiding place so that I can communicate with her. Until then I will look forward to the next one. Ethel