Gaia

"First in my prayer, before all other deities,
I call upon Gaia, Primeval Prophetess . . .
The Greek great earth mother."
~Aeschylus~


I watched her from my window.
She rose up from the ground –
like Aphrodite from the foam.
Grass roots encircled her legs
vines wound around her waist.
She wore bracelets of pointed leaves,
had pale pink blossoms for hair.
Knelt amongst foxglove and toadstool
she ran her fingers over the grass,
stroking the soft skin of the Earth;
lifted her hand and blew –
set free a hundred butterflies.