Let me find the space that lies between the Silver Birch leaves,
the subliminal life giving hot bed of Gaia culture,
full of Robin song and sun salve.
Therein I may bask a while and find my solace,
as the Earth Mother sews my soulsback together.
Wounds of lack and fear of loss meld gently
into the flow of green as spirits soarin Midge clouds of bounty.
Taken on the wings of the little gods these
elemental moments of darkness
hatch from wizened shells.
And Dragonfly their blessings on me
should I heed the call of
the changling times.