Sonnet for the Mother

Two hands, two feet are darkened, marked by Earth,
Their blackening welcome signs of Life’s rebirth –
In breezy Spring and coming Summer’s heat
Earth’s frozen heart returns to Life to beat.
In games and rituals of eons past
Some people danced while other folks would fast
To bring the growing seasons around again –
Their songs, like ours, work now as they did then.
That is to say, we all make the mistake
Of thinking seasons’ circling’s ours to make—
In our belief, like theirs, that we control
The precious gifts of Earth. That’s not our role.
Instead, we are all shaped by sweet Earth’s turning,
Her teachings offered freely for our learning.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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