Red
Oleander
A salamander pale green as the new
leaves of May
opens its orange lung-sac, brilliant, to
the sun.
Three times at every pause!
In the breeze, red Oleander bends on her
long stem, celebrating.
I am drawn down a quiet lane by the
scent of jasmine
beguiling my heart, a path toward joy.
The dear Earth wafts up into me,
warm as fresh-baked bread,
filling my womb with Her love.
With my feet in the sand,
I pull Her love up into me, to power my days.
Mother holds me tenderly, the mourning
dove
in her palmetto-basket nest, giving,
giving,
we Her babies, Her vast dream,
we Her future and Her now.
The black fin of a dolphin arises from
the sea, ancient as days,
loving Her into the fathomless tomorrow.
Annelinde Metzner
Folly Beach
May 2010
Spring in Appalachia |
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