preparation – RootsRewound

Spring

The earth stretches herself awake In a months-long yawn, Ebbing gently into the day of the year. The last hour of rest savored Under the warm cover of her Fall-gathered blanket and winter duvet: The last growth which drew out her strength Now restoring that energy against The riotous clamor of the pollen-drunk morning.

Cistern

I need you. Rainfall come. Cistern-like, I crave you. Created for you, I will store you in my depths. You are my treasure, my wisdom. I will hide you in the secret depths. Rainfall come. Fill me. Flood me. Overflow me. What I can’t hold, I’ll give To the dry, dusty ground But fill me.Continue reading “Cistern”