Wind-rush sighs
soft and howls
Boughs bend creaking
Drops drum heavy patterns on the soil..
I hear the goddess in me.
Gold-red leaves
crackle
Rustle, drop dry -
Strong, cool and rough is the bark I touch
Feet fixed firm on the floor of the world..
I feel the goddess in me.
Chill silver-white
night
Dark-sparkling skies a ceiling
Breath clouds warm on cold.
Eyes catch the stars and glimmer-glisten..
I see the goddess in me.