Looking Glass

by Annelinde Metzner

Photo by Susan BurkotThe earth’s egg,
she nestles here in her corpus luteum.
Bold and firm, how deep, how deep?
Huge egg, birth place, bursting place,
eminently fertile stone ground of all beginnings.
The earth’s egg,
smooth as silk at the long fall,
an Easter egg frosted with green.
In peace a buzzard glides by on the thermals,
loving Her, all bliss.

©Annelinde Metzner, July 2009

Photo © Susan Burkot