Mother of the Earth (revised)

Summer rested, bare
Upon well baked fields
As dawn dressed the sky in shades
Of crimson silk

Droplets of dew
Formed from compassion,
Love for the dry earth
Fell, thoughtful tears
Transforming to rise in flight
As they touched the world

Ragged lacewings
Brushstrokes of blue beauty
Rose from depths of indigo sown fields,
Butterfly flight of creative style
Tiptoeing upon the new day’s
Sweet fragrance

Thoughts scribed in ebony ink
Structured
Ethereal wings,
Designs of artistic
Simplicity

Pause a moment
To sip the generous nectar
Of the indigo flower,
Sustaining relationships
Resilient through time

Day turned
Diligent, towards night
Threaded silver shyly wove
A trustworthy promise of rain
Through calm white drifts,
Gilding the open sky

Sapphire dipped wings tumbled
Playful in the rising breeze,
An articulate blue rain
Brushed whispers
Over gentle curves of ivory skin

Lacewings
Engaging in friendly conversation
With parchment skin
Rested,
Shimmering warmth
Enfolded her quiet form

Sensitive wings of loyal layers
Blue painted cloth
Stitched with silken words in hues of black,
United insightful
Intelligence with imagination

Colours melted
In the haze of early dusk
Summer strength
Reached into life internal,
Became Autumn

Her laughter soared
On the breath
Of passionate winds,
The new season’s storm