I love the way bees buzz into the ears of Lavender.
How the wind always tells me I'm on track
with its gentle and seductive touch
When the birds go silent before the storm and I can hear it coming.
And the crack of lighting
how it gets me to surrender.
I fall to the Earth in prayer.
My heart broken... open.
Dry body, cracken clay
withered seeds kindle woods
receive these gentle rains as the sky cries down
grateful to meet its kindred ground
and the land, it can finally breath.
Opening pores, mycelium sprouts
Love Grows Here.