Mother Earth

You are the lullaby that sings
my despair back to the soil
in the darkest night,
the arms that encircle me
when the shadows threaten
to steal the last of my goodness.
You are the gift of life,
the sustenance that feeds us,
the beauty that inspires us,
the center of all that is sacred.

Though few remember
to acknowledge you,
and less remember
to thank you,
I bow my head
and kneel at your core.

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caitlin gemmell
Caitlin Gemmell is a poet who dreams of becoming a fairy godmother. She lives in a woodland in upstate New York where she communes with wildlife and tends her Emily Bronte roses. Caitlin's poetry has been published by Querencia Press, Capsule Stories, Rue Scribe and is forthcoming in Bella Grace magazine. She writes Musings of a Selkie Witch on Substack and is on Instagram @caitlin.gemmell and @icapturethestory.

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