Nature’s Daughter [poema]

She wears the movement of stars
Around her neck and beads
Of luminous earth fashioned
By her own hand

She speaks of autumn and how the beast
Should not be made to stand down
In green pastures awaiting
The huntsman’s breath hot
Against its leather scruff

Enough’s enough

She says, gathering her skirts
About her and leaving her wits
To dry like butterfly wings
Dewy in their newfound freedom

Whatever you say m’dear
Of course I was listening
I was only taught not to speak
With my mouth full

Photo/Ray Larsen