Deborah Crossley Hatswell

9/16/19, 4:27 PM

Something I wrote in Feb 2017. It reminds me of Autumn.

The Lady In The Leaves

She walks the forest floors, nature within her breast,
Clasped tightly in her arms. Is a sleeping child at rest,
She is the grandmother of all things living
She shares all willingly, always giving
All she asks in return, is a gentle ear
She is worried, and she needs to share her fear

I’m growing older day by day, My time will come to pass away
You teach the children nouns and verbs
I will teach them plants and herbs
And animals of every hue, natures child wet with dew
Running to my cottage door, “come on Nan, let’s explore”
I am the lady of the leaves

Generations back in time, like the flower celandine
That means to travel like a swallow, she covers every field and hollow
Weaving her majik as she runs, to teach her daughters and her sons
The teaching of the ancient ones, nature’s cloak of joy she dons
A gift she is about to give, a chance for all of us to live
Upon the earth, an earth that healed, flowers filling every field
She is the lady of the leaves

She is alive in all of us, the birds with song, the bees that buzz
Where water runs, and streams trickle on
She brings the moon, she brings the sun
She brings our seasons, one by one
For time brings changes, things are made, things undone
She our lady of the leaves

Many names we call her by, She is mother earth, hear her cry
She is hurting, the pain is deep, so wounded that she cannot sleep
To rest is what she wants and needs, So to you she speaks and pleads
Help to cure me, help me heal, Nature turns like a spinning wheel
Weaving patterns lightening fast, the future counts, not what is past
Says our lady of the leaves

Deborah Crossley Hatswell 19/2/17

🙂 Nice