My green fluids retreat. I have
loved and nurtured. I have known
drought and cold. I survived
storms and flaming summer heat. Extremes
made my growing season rich.
Life happened, my roots grew, secured
their tendrils deep in delta
stories and poetic rhythms
of black and unknown bards.
Words my mother
planted like seeds.
My green fluids retreat, what remains
essence of essence adorned in royal
colors: glorious gold, radiant red, outrageous
orange. I am grand. I am vibrant.
I am brilliant. My fruit
Is swollen and ripe.