Mother Earth

Humble Mother Earth in her wisdom
never brags of her depths where all
at last return to meet
their ancestors underground,

pregnant with life more varied
than the sky holds.She akin
to the night sky that does not
take credit for the moon

but continues to hold her, she
too quiet as creation itself,
her curtain drawn, manifests
her perfect reflection

in the fruit-garlanded orchards
and blossom wreathed briars, shapes
of dust breathing until it gets dark
for these few short days.