Clifftop Rebirth

Golden motes of sunlight

criss cross

delicate dance

upon cerulean waves.

Sand

smoothly clean

devoid even of crustaceans

no evidence of last night’s storm.

Emerald green grass

damp

with dew drop diamonds

glistening

prisms of color

mirrored in the sea.

Morning call

melodies of a thousand birds

bees flirting

with first budding flowers

carrying their nectar away.

Scoured clean myself

pain

remorse

anguish

fled beneath last night’s wrath

leaving…..

A Goddess.

A Warrior.

A Priestess.

A Wise Woman.

All of them combined.

©Feb. 6/22

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