Gaia
How can we disregard her?
Lineage makes her organic.
Fountain of life.
Primordial deity
with regeneration folded in her girth.
Feminine, she connects
‘now’ with ‘then’
by the seed
of rebirth.
Nature is her origin.
Like a swan,
her power lies in water,
extension,
in the umbilical chord
of time perennial.
Spring mobilizes her.
Sacred portal, matriarch,
she has been there for us
for milleniums:
breasts, womb, fertility,
horned bull’s head
morphing
into a sanctum of growth,
a cocoon of miracle,
a swelling of fleshy bud.
Rejoice.
Kiss her. Respect her.
Mother earth is pregnant
and her cohort
is sky.
Copyright © Therese Pace | Year Posted 2018
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