When rain
gets tired of walking,
she lies in
pools where she's fallen,
she soaks
her limbs, luxuriates
in the
warmth of her own making,
and then she
lets earth take her
in the
fullness of the moment.
Her coming
and going retains
the mystery
of the ages, she cannot
be coaxed
with sweet-talk or roses.
She may
appear as femme fatale
or Mother
Earth, depending
on her whims
and purposes.
I love this take on her, as she enjoys her own moist, sensual nature.
ReplyDeleteMy response is here: http://www.thejadedlens.com/2012/06/23/ego/
This is lovely.
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