who is she?

[Absaroka]

Moonlight Mystery

Who is this girl-woman?
Suddenly fearfully alive,
Who is this one day a year cicada?
Wandering late night forests in black,
Weeding her garden in Queen Anne's lace,
Haunting ruins in flowing greys,
Posing by a daybreak river in white,
Riding a ghost train to mystery,
A cave woman in thigh highs.
Disrespecting all sensibilities while
resting quietly on the world's back porch.
Is she gathering her strength?

The time for childhood is long gone:
It's time to eat the fruit
from the garden so carefully protected,
Time to speak,
After a lifetime of listening
Time to nurture,
Not ask for nurturance.
Time to step out of the moonlight,
And into the sun.
It's time to become.

Zari

Happy thanksgiving everyone.

[Virginia]

Well, Zari, I know you wrote it (and its great!) Are you prepared to live it?

Love you, hon!

Virginia