choosing her path carefully.
on crunchy leaves
picking her way through rocky hillsides
cautious, aware, watchful, knowing.
Her ear is tuned
to the heartbeat of the earth
she walks in time with the wind
she is cleansed by raindrops and dew
and the fire of her own sweet breath
as she nestles with her fawn in secret places.
She knows the dark privacy of the forest
the cool side of the mountain
the warm sun of the field
she knows the taste of grapes on her tongue
the feel of wind on her back
and the joy of leaping, unbound.
She may appear timid and wary
yet she will not be boxed in
she will not be caged
she will not be fenced
she will dance wild and free
and on grass
in field and valley
and calling your name.
Come run with me
leap the fences
leaving behind that which is narrow and confining
and sip the sweet raindrops by my side.
be alert and cautious
Run like the wind.
Wherever the beat of your heart
and Gaia’s horn might lead.
by Edna O’Brien – WoodsPriestess