I woke
this morning
to rose petals
in my coat pocket…
Love notes
from the night,
from the velvet darkness
where light was born,
illuminating
women
gathered
in the flow of the river,
in the flow of coming together
to explore
the transitions,
the years and space between
mother and crone…
A place unknown,
punctuated by laughter,
by stories,
journeys of the heart,
by sadness turned to kiss
the place of tears
and joy in finding portals
and tea lights
blossoming in blood red roses
and the pink fullness of the wild dance,
of juicy ripeness
opening
to change and movement
and the back and forth
place of feet
and all senses
finding the path
home…
Lea Goode-Harris
The Last Day of June, 2006