Woman of This Earth

As changing as the seasons of emotions always new

As pure as the springs water near the aspen swaying to the breeze

As colorful as the after rain’s bow wrapping the sky

As strong as the dance of the tide and wind of the sea

As tender as her sprinkling tears and

as musical as the thunder they bring

As beautiful as the lingering previous night shining in the morning light

As unique as her snowflakes finger’ print tickling the land

As solid as the ground of my choice to plant my flower’s seeds

As important as this earth… my mother

For more about author Becky Due please visit her at www.beckydue.com

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