~ I Cried for Mother Earth ~
This morning I cried on my way to work…
Autumn, a time of sowing seeds and reaping harvests;
A time for sacrificing the old and the sick, to make way for the new.
I cried for mother earth…
for the global sacrifice she makes every year, in order to replenish herself in the spring.
How difficult it must be for her to let go…fighting to hang on until the last moment.
It's the time when the cold and the dark,
cut and pummel, and drive the life from all that is green and pure.
I cried at the blazing inferno, yellow-golden orange flames burning across the hillside.
I cried at the splashes of deep, blood red,
spilling forth in spatterings from amongst the flames.
And I cried at the muddied grays and browns, already turned to ash and dirt.
But mostly I cried over the grace and dignity with which she gave her last breath…
Every year to wield her sword in battle, and fight…every year to fall.
I smiled. As the phoenix rising, I knew she will be back to renew our spirit in the spring.
Copyright ©1999 Bonnie S. Pease
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