Earth’s Rest, by Lisa Barstow
In winter shadows come early
and the sun’s light disappears before creatures have laid down to rest.
Nocturnal animals have more time to hunt
and bear, in her cave, curls up to dream of spring.
Our Mother’s earth body breathes deeply,
giving way to stillness.
She has been dancing through
spring, summer and early fall.
Now past harvest she yearns for rest.
Curling up in her own cave, a womb,
she closes her eyes.
She sleeps in comfort as the darkness enfolds her,
content to be with the light of stars and
Grand Mother Moon.
