The purity of her white head bowed low in honouring the earth she balances upon the courage of green, straight and sure.
Surrounded by her community of others, multiplying year on year a reassurance, a gift from the goddess
Tears come.
joy, at the new life,
Refreshing our souls
allowing expressions of hope
we can detangle from the darkness now
The masses still come to pay their respects to you.
Singing softly
Whispering delight at your coming
Faces lit with smiles and laughter
Cameras wishing to hold this precious sight that lasts only weeks but gives hope deep within our hearts,
held close in the castles of our mind,
our bodies Cherishing that Perfect stillness
for so much
for so long.
FLEUR CAMILLE