National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Thursday, 23 September 2010

The wood wife

The wood wife
mother of the woods
hidden in a soft green hood
she sits and waits for time to pass
her children lay beneath the grass

she may look weak to humans eye
but she is strong and does not cry
she is rooted to the earth
helping other s now give birth

she is the maiden and the crone
She is the one who came before
she is the wood wife she is wise
she gives life a new disguise
(c) A. Haney

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