With the season planted at her feet, she sat silent and welcome for once. Mother’s breath never brought so much in such a short time; the drought that plagued summers passed with the death of her mother. Oh, Mother cried so much that summer. You could see her in the clouds, and her voice shook land with thunder.


2 comments so far

  1. Tumblewords on

    Dang. I was afraid this would happen. 🙂 I like the mythical quality and the evocative words in this!

  2. gabrielle on

    I had a mother like she. Loss and renewal…

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