A Letter of Thanksgiving

Dear Mother Nature, 

Thank you for the inspiration I find in the flora when I have the eyes to see, the nose to smell, the ears to hear, the tongue to taste, and the sensitivity to feel. 

Thank you for inspiring me with the courage of the armored green bud on the thorny rose bushes, on the Ipomoea Indicia vines who rise to morning’s glory, on the tall leggy stocks of the Canna lily, and those riotous amongst the bushes and the brush behind an unkempt shed on neighboring land. 

Dwelling, 

swelling in deep 

sacred 

rest to gather her energy for her 

Becoming.