She Sleeps

She sleeps.
Rustling leaves, heaving hills
one eye open.

Breathe.

The great weight of earth spread
furrowed fields ploughed and sown
stretch the veil between here and home.

Seeds will grow and flowers bloom
Tree boughs sag low with glistening fruit
adorned like stars across the sky
connecting all that lives and dies.

All this to come, in summer deep.
But for now, she sleeps.

This is my favourite thing I've written for a while, inspired by the magic of nature, the turning of the wheel and the return of the seasons. This steady rhythm is something we can align with, like breathing along with the sea swash moving in and out, we can connect with nature in a way that resets our mind away from the bustle of a life full of stress, of challenges, of desires and distractions that pull us away from the beautiful simplicity of nature and the heady fertility of the earth. 

I am working on a print. This poem came to me whilst meditating on the ideas behind the print, but was ready much sooner than I have been ready to finish cutting the block. I've included a snippet of the work in progress to serve as the cover pic for now. It will come soon enough and when it does I will share it here...I am sharing the poem now as I keep misplacing it in my many writers books so wanted to store it safe and sound and available to all.