On this new moon
I am listening to the raven and the hawk speak
into the cooling summer grasses, secrets.
The deer are eating in the meadow, mama and baby, munching.
My man is preparing for our next round of guests, vision quests.
I am reconsidering my entire life path, purely, wholey holy.
My confusion is peaked with my curiosity, humming.
The path isn’t clear and yet there is peace in the in between, seeing.
My grief surges like the losses were yesterday morning, sorrowing.
I pray for clarity along with the smell of Fall, yet to arrive.
And you dear one, how are you this new moon?
Shiloh Sophia
Written from Terra Sophia
