Gentle

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I just returned 

from my customary morning walk,

a lovely circle 

through meadows and woods 

of this little Farm. 

It is a Physical Walk,

but more a Spiritual Journey.

My feet touched the ground.

The upright two-legged that is me 

made short stretches 

into the endless Sky.

I am grounded 

on this lovely Earth,

our Great Mother,

who sustains my Being. 

May I never forget 

her unselfish and joyous Gift.

How gentle the air felt. 
Temperatures on my skin

were caresses,

much like a Mother tenderly 

holding her Child.

Sometimes a gentle breeze 

would blow. 

The extended heat and drought 

have left me confused. 

These days, 

temperatures have moderated.

I had forgotten how lovely 

these seasons usually are.

May I never forget.

May I never cease 

to express wonder and gratitude 

to the Great Mother of us all.

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Glinda Crawford, 2012

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