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