In Brigit’s Garden — Geraldine Mills

A grassy field in Brigit's Garden with wildflowers, a tree, and a thatched-roof hut partially hidden among tall grass and greenery.

In Brigit’s Garden — Geraldine Mills

Earthwoman listens to herself
She knows her own voice
She curves round the year
Like a green shawl,
She waits for her own time.

The blackbird hops between seasons
A snail moves at its own pace
Through woven willow,
Chimes spill out their sound.

Earthwoman bends to the dark
Listens,
And the earth tells her
What she needs to know.

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