The Blessed Waters

Look deeply into the greening and guess who you will find having a party out there!…..and this one is in fancy dress! Reflecting the turning in tide, as the testosterone builds once more….and the rut begins… hoofs…. stirring our delicate red earth….made for only paws…. the guttural tones of the horned one…cry out through the starlit evenings across the valley floor……seeking His release…..along with the frogs and all the critters that need the blessed water…. precious water that has re-nourished Mother Earth. Swollen are Her dams….creeks are running….and the rivers reach out over the land onto the flats here again  So grateful to see Her green gown in all its glory…. as His strength weakens, and the equinox approaches, the land here is soaking up what exposed Her bones….. burnt her forests…..and relief is felt within and without, with deep deep gratitude for the sacred water