A Gift
A breath
A life
Full of gratitude
For all that she has
All that she is
All that is yet to come
Understanding that there is so much to learn
So much she cannot fathom
And so much she certainly does not understand
As the seasons change
So does she
As the moon waxes and wanes
So does she
As the tide ebbs and flows
So does she
But she is in her springtime once again
Tight in a bud
Getting ready to bloom
Unhindered by the latest blossom
Undaunted by most regal trees
She is about to play her part
Gathering her thoughts
Her dreams, her plans
She contemplates her colours for the season to come
How will she deliver herself?
Her glory, her passion
How will she show up?
Present, grace
Quiet contemplation is needed
Her cocoon a shelter from the noise of the outside world
She is almost ready
It is almost time
To begin her cycle once more
This, her magic moment
Given yet another season
To bloom
These poems are from She Is Healing – for women finding their way back to themselves.
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