made her descent
birthed of love
long ago now
closing the crevasse
I suddenly feel lightheaded after I finish taking out the final words “we are one” because they don’t fit – then I stop to make oatmeal thinking hunger made me feel lightheaded and when I take the first spoonful I end up with pine needles in my mouth.
We are One.
BIO: Sara is a naturalist, ethologist (a person who studies animals in their natural habitats) (former) Jungian Pattern Analyst, and a writer. She publishes her work regularly in a number of different venues and is presently living in Maine.
5 thoughts on “Root Blessing by Sara Wright”
I swear from my wombs
That I shall not curse her my fig tree
For it is not yet the season for figs
And then the blessing
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Gorgeous big tree! What I see every day are urban palm trees, magnolias, and jacarandas. And a few others, but nothing as gorgeous as the woods of Maine must be. Bright blessings!
Oh Barbara this tree is on my property and I do not log but elsewhere we are stripping mountains …. what the woods of Maine used to be is gone except for fragments like mine…. Perhaps this is one reason I treasure all trees – 2 percent of old growth forest left and we are still cutting – Cherish every tree you see!
A beautiful evocation! It makes me think of the giant pine forests of northern Michigan where the canopy feels like a cathedral.
Ah our first cathedrals were made of trees…. if only more were left – I loved this poem because of how the tree spoke to me! Glad you liked it –