a Mother’s promise

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It is sand soft and golden warm

much to my delight.

Soft as forever…

green grass with blue highlights.

The more Mother changes

the more she stays the same.

Just as a Falcon flies for dignity’s sake.

Sure as the northern winds promise of more

promise of less take.

Mother let’s her hair down and luminous lavender

combs through the earth.

Jasmine, the old soul,

enters the stage…

And, soon, sages…


beautiful bouquets of the ages…

She has shed the pain of thankless cold


may your journey bring you home.

Home to the

dog-eared corn-stalk.

Home to ominous Osprey…

a nurturing spirit and her flock.

Nature has brought her to this vibrant expanse today.

Home to where her off spring lay.


your poignant airs sweep me off my feet.

Settling me down

’til we’ve chance to meet.

To meet…




again, like old friends.

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