little one!
the earth may rock and sway
swaddled in it cradle of doom
(mankind loping towards that midnight sun)
but here, today
you, female kind, sought the light
in native rite
in simple consequence
enacting for all who still wonder
how life renews itself.
 
like the blossoms weightless might
you and rebirth
settle without thought
Coddled in your mothers ample logic
at peace with time and finely wrought
a question mark just begun
your heady truth the awakening sun.
 
Gar Jones – December 1988

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