Power & Glory Poem by Dean Meredith

What powers women have
And have always had
To store the dew
And grow a seed or two

The female flower divine
Soft petals on a stem
With dancing leaves
Roots supporting them

And at their own sweet hour
They gently open for the sun
Stamins yawn and stretch
A new blue day begun

Birds cry from high to low
Bees buzz their merry way
And ferry golden pollen
Food enough for everyone

Colours come and go
Air breathes and blows
Green things slowly sway
Nature asks again of rain

Pour down on us she says
We thirst for you it's true
Her words are like a prayer
How soon they disappear

Some wait, others give up
Wind weaves in and out
A fierce eye looks down
Warm and hot and dry

Manic insects scurry
Working, hurrying along
Through light and shade
Before their day is done

So much life about
For those still enough to see
The fallen show themselves
Are taken ceremoniously

A hungry earth greets all
As it has & always will
Knows well what it gives
And welcomes the return

White clouds silently float by
A few of them turn grey
The orange orb blinks
Stretches ready for bed

And she is up by now
His pearl in her great sky
He looks at her
She watches him

Their love old and strange
Secretive, unsure
A certain charm
But such indifference

A dark blanket descends
And he is in his room
Hears the water as it falls
And dreams of her again