I Ancestry. Animism. Artistry. and 1 other poem
Wild spirits fiercely reclaim sovereign self from patriarchal dreams, rooted deeply in…
Read more →Golden rice sheaves, gathered under winter sun, nourish a hearth, fueling nature's timeless, cradling lullaby.
Lush green fields –
Where my father grew up.
Harvest season –
From boyhood to the working man.
Farmers under the winter sun,
Bringing sheaths of golden rice home.
Light the hearth,
Cook on fire with spoonfuls of love.
A meal from the All-Mother.
Sleep to the sounds
Of Nature’s lullaby.