Becoming Mother Nature
What if Mother Nature retired, and I applied for her position?
How would I dare to assume her secret duties, her un-ending cycles
Could I invoke such power, or must I simply become her?
Spin myself into a cocoon of natural faith.
Let the atoms of the cosmos transform my light into spirit.
Would I then emerge, complete with every force of mystery?
Awaken each day with a pink mist, and burn each evening sky with crimson?
Command each leaf, each breath and every symphony of living?
Would I wear her gowns of argent, lavender and aqua?
Step lightly on mossy stones, and dance upon silvery meadows?
Grace the heavens in cloud-white glinting wings
and in the depths of darkest night bear stars, filled
with the promise of every new beginning?
In Honor of my Fave Poems Andrea Dietrich.
First Place.
101 in a ROW contest -2
Contest Judged: 7/27/2016 9:30:00 PM
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
5th. Place
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