Friday, November 18, 2005


Born in late winter
I peeked at March`s
roaring lion.

Some friends showed
an inkling, a budding
the adventurous ones.

My Mother, feeding me,
"Nature is always such,
sentinels must be sacrificed.
The Goddess Hera demands
payment for Her warmth."

I close my eyes
`til showers come,
my Mother`s milk is flowing,
pouring into me.

Then I stand,
prideful and strong,
my family branch
a bloom of green.

Birds alit,
butterflies aflutter.
I find myself smiling
as my nature
reveals itself.


C 2005 Deabler, V.T.