Wild Visitor

Snow-plowed banks

set tight a narrow road.

Coyote shocks me

sharing my path.

I call every eagle Mother,

every kingfisher Queen,

thanking Goddess for each face.

This one is young, female,

alert, at peace,

searching my stare.

How can such beauty

ever in the world be homeless?

I welcome Her glossy,

vivid into my heart

(Trickster, Shape-shifter,

Keeper of Gates and Cross-roads.)

That wood-road

breaching the snow wall,

I know She welcomed it:

a way

back into the pagan world.

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She is green-eyed,

freckled, merry, bright.

I wake at 3 a.m.

to gales of laughter.

I smile. I am glad She is here.

Coyote-girl, Newcomer:

welcome to my home,

enter my heart!

We wash up cocoa cups,

sing, fling the door open.

Before we sleep, let's leap,

bay at the moon!

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The storm rages, hurricane.

Only my strong home

protects me,

turtle-woman,

from the howling wind,

the freezing rain.

I huddle insecure

because a need

deep inside me

threatens to fly open!

I stagger to the door

and throw it open to 3 am.

She bathes the world

in Her wild wind.

She calls to me!

I stand on grass.

Illuminated by darkness,

I shed my robe, and dance!

The storm roars furious.

I call Her Mother.

I recognize Her fury as my own.

I drink Her power.

I open all the doors in myself

and let the wind rage through.

I am cleansed.

I feel my courage growing,

my fears a chrysalis

I will outgrow.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018