She feels her kinship with the land
take on a new energy, a pull from the belly,
ancient bedrock’s call.
Her feet become deep roots thirsty
for soil, her legs stems of a sunflower,
spine the trunk of a mighty oak.
Reaching arms of lavender lilac branches
around the sun, she blooms like spring as her
silken locks of autumn milkweed dance with sky.
With eyes of Raven and ears of Fox, she tastes
each day with Hummingbird’s tongue, always seeking
Earth’s sweet nectar, each season’s siren song.
On a bed of moss, she dreams in a language known
by bird and flower, pine tree and pebble, letting misty rain
rise like a cloud, claiming her as one of the wild.