(Poem by Wendy Howe ) The earth knows how women stretch their arms and wisdom from female to female. The long, maternal stem anchors its roots in cool soil and then feels the girl flower at the top, sky-bound and striving to catch the wings of sunrise -- as that spice-colored star lifts from the sea dappling light on the face of imagination. Think about the woman who dipped candles and spun wool, who read stones and tea leaves, who dried flowers and preserved food. Earth knows her secret --- how she prevailed, this acrobatic bloom where one dream steps up into the hands of another, where a skill hums its song in the bones of mother, then daughter as her youth ripens and the Summer wind takes charge. To know more about this poem, about Wendy Howe All Images & Poems (En) |
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