She is – poem by Mare

 

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She is

 

 

She is the wild eagle bone empty

             but for spirit

 

She is the wind coursing through

            the mountains

 

She is the first crocus of spring singing life into

            winter’s sleep

 

She is the bluebird swooping through

            forest’s friends

 

She is the butterfly that lilts around

            the path

 

She is the one who drops nectar on our tongues

            each morning

 

To invite us to deliciousness each day

we choose to taste

 

Or not.

 

 

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