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The Thornbush

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By Lori BriziusPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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The winds of Summer Solstice gently blow across her face,

As she sits amidst the mighty oak, and feels the suns embrace.

The Maiden says goodbye to spring with a hand held to her heart,

Beating so, she closes her eyes, as tears do slowly part.

Though the Universe did gift her with a seed of love she held within her hands,

It touched her soul, and released her grasp, for it had other plans.

She planted the seed with love and care, and never left its side,

Smiling as she watched it grow with overwhelming pride.

This seed that was once lost and alone, and had no place to go,

Found a place within her heart, and was allowed to grow.

Amongst its friends, the Earth, the rain, the Maiden, and the sun,

The plant grew strong, the plant grew tall, its new life had begun.

But, blind to love and filled with joy, the Maiden could not see,

Her handsome plant had mighty thorns, and caused her hand to bleed.

Many times she reaches out to nurture it, once more,

Only to be filled with pain that cuts her to the core.

She sits alone, and quietly wipes away a single tear,

As the Universe comes forth, and once again, whispers in her ear:

It's time to let the Maiden go, the Mother returns soon,

And with it comes a blissful time amongst the harvest moon.

You will walk among the swaying husks, and dance beneath the stars,

And, I will bring you Spring again, and mend your painful scars.

The mighty thornbush stands alone, he does not want your love,

But, I will watch him for you, and guide him from above.

You are the Mother, strong and kind, this I know is true,

So, embrace the seasons of your life, and see the world anew.

As autumn passes, and darkness falls early in the night,

The Crone will guide you as you enter the wintery season of lights.

But, I promise you child, that Spring will come to you in joy, once more,

And, I will help you plant a seed that blossoms, evermore.

Hold my hand, and feel my love, for this I truly know,

It's time to say goodbye... let the thornbush go.

So, as she holds her weary heart, and the wind blows through her hair,

She smiles and opens her eyes to love, knowing that it's there. <3

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About the Creator

Lori Brizius

I am a tree hugging, animal advocate with great kids, and a passion for travel and adventure.

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