woven power

I feel it in the warning
of a thunderhead above
darkening the skies
quieting every feathered voice.
In each crack of
blinding electric light-
released in the earthen smell
of cleansing rain.

It casts off the tail
of a star falling
from Her place in night’s sky,
terrifyingly beautiful and bright
landing gently, lightly
dusting the wings
of a starling in flight.

I hear it whispered on the breeze
carrying seasons’ shift
the first cool breeze-
balmy summer’s reprieve
the first warm one-
a promise to tired
souls waning.

In the terrifying force
of an avalanche, it roars.
A cliffside of snow sloughs
from its stony face
barreling ravenously,
consuming the valley below.

It stills
to hold its breath
in the mountain’s heart
before spreading down
the rocky roots into
crystal alpine springs.

It breaks into the light,
at last
twirling through a brook’s
downward current.
Finding its voice in
the laughing ripples
of a mirrored surface,
sparking and glinting upon
rainbow scales, translucent fins
swimming towards home.

Reflecting Mother Sun’s face
that healing, life-giving light,
its thread weaves
and knits
strengthens and draws
between us
within us-
woven power.

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