Crone of the Meadow

She still stands tall

Slightly bowed in reverence

Her flower head, once vibrant, now browned and brittle

Appearing old and vulnerable

“There is no shame in this” she tells me

“Beauty is not about appearance,

but what you bring to the sanctity of life.

I have nourished life

I have been dedicated to my purpose

Worn and wise

I surrender myself back to the earth mother

In service to the cycle of life”

(written after Wild Church "wandering" experience)