She is

Jcorelis3by Jon Corelis15 Nov 2013

she is a forest that goes on for miles and miles
she is fog tinged with musk of spring wet mulch
she is a mask of shifting angles
she is a hillside startled into bloom
she is the same word repeated endlessly with different meanings
she is the antique language all children speak
she is a well that beckons, beckons
she is a honeycomb that stings the lip
she is what it means to drown
she is an underground river that never emerges
she is the sea clutching its dead
she is the way the wind moves
she is a cloud heavy with child