April is National Poetry Month

She lifts her eyes
towards the heavens;
wants to rub her cheek
against the soft, black,
velvet midnight sky.
she reaches up
to catch a falling star
as it lights up the night
in magic and mystery.
One hand anchors
against the lush green Earth.
Moon shines above, guiding.
The world around her,
once cloaked
in folds of grey
and sleep-filled nights,
is alive
and pulsing
and breathing –
to Her Awakening.

Janine Phillips
(original written May 3, 1996)

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