To The Greenest One
by Seawalker
Hail Lady whose bones are stones
Whose flesh brown as dust from the soil
Who tosses her hair like tree roots
Curling over the boulders
Whose fingers reach and brush like leaves
Or nodding weeds that touch your thigh
Whose garment falls green
To blend with the grass and mossy ground
Whose feet are always sunk half into
The good darkness of what bore us
Whose smile is the lazy playing
Of the dragonfly on the hot summer day.
Hail Lady who bore the Thunderer
Like a shower into that hot lazy day,
Hail Lady who gifted him strength
Of stone and bone and great oak tree.
Hail Lady who bore his brother,
About whom little is said and little will be.
Hail Lady who bore the Asadis,
Mother of Asgard, child of earth and sky,
Spinner of clouds, weaver of frith,
Hail Lady who gifted her with patience
And a heart large enough to love so many.
Hail Lady who feels each step on your belly
Whose million children reach up to touch us
With their tiny hands, those vaettir
Of the turning Earth beneath our feet.
Artwork by Thorskegga Thorn.