Falling In with Mulberries
Up in the mulberry tree
the world was well.
Her limbs so rich and tawny
gave me seat and grip.
The air so clear of shouting, the summer sun
dappled through leaves to warm my skin.
No one could touch me.
I perched and sang like a bird.
I fell in with the dark sweet berries
and melded with the tree.
Queen of the wild frontier,
I felt my power rise like sap.
Power places are all around yet.
When we still ourselves.
©Susa Silvermarie 2023
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