Poetry

Mesa, Poetry,

 ~ Mesa ~

From the valley floor,

they entered the virgin motherland.

Climbing steadily up the sides of red rock

till they reached the narrow mesa

closest to the bright lights of night,

the land closest to the Sun.

With knowing they came to be

 in their own Sacred Place.

                                                                                                                   ~ terre (c)

Thank you for visiting today. ~ terre

Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons. (c)2021

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