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Circle Round

 

Walking with my Sisters, silently on the downy path

In the well of the Goddess, insulated by the mists and fog that enshroud the foothills and adorn with webs

We step, each step a conversation with Her

Pausing to note a green detail, a sprouting nut,

to stroke Gaia’s Cloak of moss on her sacred tree trunks

Looking up, I am taken by the conjoining branches overhead that weave four trees into

one protective canopy, fingers interlaced, woven with intricate solidarity.

There is a stump awaiting me at the base of a broad oak, a seat for meditation,

and I am surprised by the cushion of my lean upon her trunk.

My bare feet find the dense, cold mud and I close my eyes

in sweet respite,

and breathe.