A Flower’s Rejoice Poem by Leslie Neiwert

The Warmth of the world surrounds my soul as I lay waiting in the dark. I am safe, as always, within this womb, where nothing will harm this seed I bare. After days of gorging myself on water, I decide I want to play; stretching my legs far beneath me I can feel Mother’s womb go on forever. How far does it go I wonder as my lower limbs search out for the reason of my being. My back begins to grow sore as I slow my searching legs. Slowly, I pull myself up; blinking at the bright sun who is my Father in many ways. I raise slowly, green clothes wrapping around my inner white flesh. My bright red hair flares around my yellow painted face; my arms stretching out with my hands fanning wide. I feel the tickle of little creatures’ feet as they crawl along my stem and buzz about my head. I cannot see anything for I bathe in the glorious sun of Him. I am awake and it is spring. I have been awakened from my deep, seasonal slumber.