A Living Body of Land

© Copyright Annabella Bray, 1995

what a living body of land

Is this country that i love
The gentle curves of the green hills
Fold into each other
Like the folds of human flesh
So sensual, soft and alluring
The fuzz of green trees nestling down
Into the secret valleys
The downy grass rolling over the slopes


In this season of bare boned trees
I feel the hard packed frozen earth
Stiff and cold beneath the lukewarm rays of a distant sun
And the brittle bright glitter of the vast night dark sky
Wind tousles my hair as it gouges concave hollows out of helpless clouds
That pile up monster high on the mountain tops
All gargantuan shape and bulk, signifying nothing
But the whiles and whims of the Valhalla gods


As they bend to earth
Embracing the Mother, the female form