and the resurrecting of my soul
Climbing maples,
communing with fire
Lying face skyward,
entering new realms of insight
Burning hearts and cryptic veins,
inscribed eyelid glyphs
Red remains the longest,
amber, gold, copper—early defeated
Red flourishes in play,
fearing not even her own passion
She is strength and endurance,
when threatened with lashing gales, pounding fists of rain
Her fire impossible o extinguish
Lady Maple—you have long sung my life-song
You—Mother Warrior to wild-hearted daughters
E.A. O'Connell
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