Darkness fallslike a womb encasing me.A blanket of carein the nurturing skyamid a symphonyof hidden creatures.
The ground calls meto touch it, relax on it.
Fear slowly leaveslike earthwormsabandoning the hot sunin search of damp warm places.
The mystery aboveshares its connectionwith the history of time.Images come aliveas the yin of the night caresses mechallenging my inherent numbnessand something inside softensas if for the first time.
©2011 Sherrie Lovler