Day 27: Amaryllis
Today is a good day to remember birthing days, to celebrate...women's wisdom...grace-filled companionship and abundance for the world... [A poem I wrote long ago, but not so long ago...]
She bursts forth in unexpected bloom
Four bodacious buds become
Pomegranate red stars
Woman in all four directions
One final bud in the center
Reaches to the sky, waiting her fullness
on the way to reach Mother Moon
Her name is Amaryllis.
I was not sure she would take root in my home
Only the hardiest of flowers have lived before
Most had to be cut, freshly, gently, but cut
if they were to enter in.
But not her.
She came as a bulb, with her own
box, pot and dirt. Like a mother,
she brought herself to me
unformed and forming, a spirit-guide
full of assurance, willing to take
a chance on me,
in my cool-tempered home.
And so I learned, am learning still.
Amidst all my fear and doubt,
the good-natured teasing of my husband:
I’m good for it, for her.
We are good for all of us.
Together, we burst forth in unexpected bloom
four bodacious buds become pomegranate stars
Woman, in all four directions
reaching toward Mother Moon,
the soft light known only at night.