Rite

Rite

She prepares herself
For the feast, an ancient
Rite only she knows,
Sprite she is, eternal,
The forest, the land,
The bloom.
She bathes in her
Beck, muscles tightened
By the hot water
Secret, volcano drift,
Earth split, hidden
Cleft.
She splays her naked
Self into the sun,
Firm and fertile,
Garnishes her body
With nature’s silks,
Blossoms, fruits,
And harvest.
She closes her eyes,
Claws relaxed,
Waits.

R 02/10/2024 21:25