Posted on February 10, 2009 at 12:13pm
Gawaine Caldwater Ross
Through the rays of holy light
I ambled in the forest green,
Filtering through the morning mist
The sound of distant water falling.
Deer leapt off across the ferns,
Cedar trees some ten feet thick
Lay across steep wet ravines.
I was treading on the sacred ground
Of Eartha and her swelling mounds:
Oh She was fully sexed that day.
In my mind I walked with Embla
The very first woman,… Continue