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