I dig for Pieces of my heart That I buried To keep myself safe As cold earth flies through the air I’m reminded of childhood Where I buried myself in the sand To feel warm and hugged Keep this part of me safe, Pachamama I’ll be back in the spring As tree limbs stretch out … Continue reading THE ARRIVAL
Her sun kissed hand delicately places an owl feather on top of white embroidered linen Marigold and rose petals float through the air landing on sticky honey dipped apples Gusts of wind caress the house Shadows dance with wafts of cinnamon incense smoke Black and white pictures of ancestors frozen in time speak untold stories… Continue reading Womb
