Apple
Lipstick-painted,
blood-red womb of the All-Mother,
gift-wrapped fragrant flesh, seductive,
juicy, flagrant with life abundant:
Maiden, Mother, Crone
(Kore, Demeter, Hekate)
dance together, Three in One,
in this Great Round of Unity,
theater for mysteries, the Whole.
Apple falls like a star into earth's embrace,
falls down brown, to decay, to rot away.
Each seed individual, unfurling;
each tree unique,
springing new,
reaching toward night,
embracing stars!
© Tamara Rasmussen 2018