Bow Down
A
sun
flower
hangs
full
of
bees bumbling,
and birds humming!
Fluttering tweets of honey,
seeded with summer’s burdens:
joys and woes, bow down, to kiss ground;
as all of life must, eventually, prostrate.
Tall pride now bends over. Silence
in acquiescence: hallow
return to
heart’s core
Mother Earth
gathers the spent.
Her depths
churning
to burn
renewal
(Repost from Aug. 2018: '02 Maxum 2700 SCR; DMS:OOWS then Pittsburg Marina: IWS, Oct. 2020)
Copyright © Susan Woodrow | Year Posted 2020
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