July 30, 2009

Looking Glass

The earth’s egg,

she nestles here in her corpus luteum.

Bold and firm, how deep, how deep?

Huge egg, birth place, bursting place,

eminently fertile stone ground of all beginnings.

The earth’s egg,

smooth as silk at the long fall,

an Easter egg frosted with green.

In peace a buzzard glides by on the thermals,

loving Her, all bliss.

copyright Annelinde Metzner July 25, 2009

(Photo by Susan Burkot)