Tuesday, March 30, 2010


At this hour
the Soul of the earth
shall gather what is Hers,
and rock them to their rest.
Shifting toe tip to toe tip,
rocking hips,
She offers sleep in sips
and stays until they sleep.
They sleep and still she sways,
cradling the day
as mother's tend to do.

6 comments:

a.m said...

that's wonderful.

Maria said...

This is so beautiful

deb said...

oh my,
exquisite

She Writes said...

GORGEOUS.

kendalee said...

...and still she sways,
cradling the day...

took my breath away!

Claire said...

{sigh}

and then i breathe in the afterwards of your words.