I want to love like an
amphibian drinking you
through my pores like gleaning
oxygen
from water
precious and divine
I want to love with my
entire being my mind tasting
the rare wit of your life story
my gut recognizing your bright
wise everything-goodness
I want to love like the making
of spring receiving the miracle
of your truest self right into
the grace
of my secret salamander skin
Look, it is raining love
right now
J. Pratt-Walter, © 2023
Early morning, the fertile daylight blooms
as song
sparrows praise the sun, these hours
teeming with the Making-Magic of Earth.
Again cottonwood buds
fill the air
with wild perfume. Their
scent is a breath
of honey-sweet potential
and no matter my age,
my heart skips and sings.
Amid Spring’s swelling promise,
the substance
of my soul fills with unspeakable
longing.
Beloved
Mother Earth, so many Springs
have smiled on my face, asking,
angling, softening.
Beltane’s garden sprouts in
the shimmering soil,
opening me again into
possibility’s womb, a young Medusa
singing among her
awakened serpents, Aphrodite
lifting her gown of
flowers with a smile, Artemis
stroking the newborn fawn
she will later hunt.
J. Pratt-Walter © 2023
