She Melts #1 (1998-1999)

This I know, after winter’s last blow, the Earth goddess of snow,
melts, and she bleeds.
When we hear the crow, spring is ready to show, this menstrual flow,
helps what the Creator seeds.

The ice melts and they heed, Grandmother, Mother, daughter
and the seed. The ice melts and they bleed.
She is the Earth Mother, the power unlike any other.
Her daughters are our mothers and they bleed.
She is pure, she is nature, She is our Mother
and she takes the lead.

This defines me and reminds me, She is before me and behind me,
and knows where I'm from.
She birthed me, nurtured me and deep within me
the good Earth hums, She hums

The goddess is melting and the crow is cawing.
The good Earth is calling, in Her aqueous singing.
The soothing rhythm of the ice drip, drip, dripping,
echoes in my heart a humm, hummm, humming,
of the life that is flow, flow, flowing.

I to must take heed, and follow Her lead,
to rhyme with this cleansing time, in this fertile place.
So with respect, I work to connect, to the essence She reflects,
again and again in Her sacred space.

Welcome Mother/ Biindigen Shkakimikwe

©WRM