To an undersized woodland
of sherbet and pastel, she comes.
Ritual herbs gathered in a pleated apron,
vitalizing her ancient medicines.

With a sachet of time, yarrow and bay,
tea of rosebuds, bath of mimosa—
she releases the energy of the seed,
the maidenhood of life, as one.

The resonance, the unnamable power.
Recreating abandoned pathways,
she maneuvers like a whisper in the jet stream,
soaring through remnants of a lesser sky.