Tree branches bend
and shuffle
an old soft shoe
saw dust on the floor scat
to the seductive blow
of the wind
the strength and force
of Mother Nature
the female mother
Queen of Rag
Queen Bee
stings like a bitch
stings with venom
and a cure to sooth
the wretched soul
a force to reckon with
a force female in nature
female unshakable force
softness rests around her eyes
the creases are love and light
not to be mistaken
for innocence or naivete
but a genuine openness
warmth to touch
to settle into
to rest in arms and heart
wide accepting unquestionable devotion
no time for judgement
no time to put salt in the wound
no time to wound the wounded

The tree branches bend
and shuffle
old soft shoe
saw dust on the floor scat
to the seductive blow
of the wind
– Mother Nature is kind.

© 2015 TrilbyYates