(Poetry) Roots of Change by Sara Wright

The Desert Mothers

peer out of pale pink apple

blossoms, fringed chamisa

clumps of gray green

 asters…

A glittering diamond frost

 coats dark red ground.

Redwing and Dove songs

celebrate new life

in the Round.

 My Visions

repeat the warning:

Slow down.

It’s not time

for too much

 raw Sap to rise.

Scorching tender roots

is a grave mistake.

Roots need Earth space,

to drift and dream,

delve ever deeper

into meaning

before spring fire

bursts into golden splendor,

 embodying September’s Grace.

The Desert Mothers know

that timing is all –

that rooting requires patience,

heartfelt attention

and dedication.

Heeding signs

from rain clouds

unfolds forgiving 

blue

wings around us.*

 I imagine tender roots

twining around each other.

 Seasons turn.

Together,

embracing possibilities,

 changes

of perspective,

   the weather of uncertainty,

 they thrive.

Well nourished

by Love that tolerates Separation –

 one day – root tendrils become robust.

Passion can now be unleashed

 to climb through

the Desert Mother’s Hair

torching an evening sky,

 with Wild Flames

from a Noonday Star.

Two startling synchronicities

I leave the house and although there are heavy clouds that cover the entire sky a perfect circle of blue opens  – possibility…

Then later I am re –reading the poem, and although it is perfectly still the door simply opens…

*The experience of the forgiving blue sky is one I have written about in the poem. I heed the signs… and I feel the power of the spirit is near…

That, and a strange hope of wholeness… attend to the roots – the message could hardly be more clear.

(Meet Mago Contributor) Sara Wright.