In waves of purple along the green shore
I see you standing there, proud and beautiful,
Tempting the yellow backs with your nesting nectar.

To protect your precious fruit, I weave on through
Praying for your strength and nurturing power.
I watch you grow and wait to savor your essence.

Your sacrifice is not forgotten. I come with gifts of respect.
My feet drum with the heartbeat of the earth,
As my hands shake to the rattling repetition of the gestating seeds.
I watch the future fall before me.

With the flame of fertility
I brush your sacred seeds with my ancestors' song.
In the stamina of my families' dance
I give you protection through winter's rest.

It is a blessing to witness your gifts, & share your offerings.
In your honor I have brought the power of the sun and return
your sacredness.              
                                              Cheryl Bryce