MORNING by Tracie Nichols

My days are spent traversing the switchbacks between woman and wild...

Living on the edge between here and there. It’s glorious and confusing - utterly home and completely alien all at once. Sometimes, when my senses are so full I’m afraid I might fragment into a thousand Tracie pieces, surrendering into the moment is the only thing possible. 

Morning

by Tracie Nichols

into this silent

morning

I place

my carefully

wrapped

delicately

ribboned

heart

a gift

to the day

dawn ripples

birdsong

fingers

tucking my 

gift

into softly

waiting

mother

of pearl

in a breath

flushed with

tangerine

blushing shells

shedding turquoise

ribbons

dawn

slips inside

neatly tucked 

corners

unfolding me

naked

and new

placing

my full-blown

peony bloom

self

in the arms

of the mother

again

Blue peony by Sandy Keeton

 

Tracie Nichols has written poetry since she was 11 years old. While most of her early works are gone (this is probably a good thing) she continues to scribble poems at odd hours about everything from the state of her soul to the sounds of her kitchen. In truth, though, her poetic heart belongs to the deep green places of our wildly, fiercely, sacred, earth. When she isn’t making poetry with words she’s listening to the whispers of the green world, making alchemy with plants and stones and moonlight wildness. Tracie blogs, shares resources and generally nurtures at her website here. Connect with her also on Twitter or Facebook. 

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