A Poem for Mother’s Day

Mother nature’s gyre circling
’round another epoch,
returning human to the being,
she’s nurturing the Anthropocene,
regarded as a relic.

Elder matriarch emploring,
shell-beads engaging wisdom,
rattled bones and bells of celebration,
leading youth to investigation.

Mother nature’s gyre circling
’round another epoch,
returning human to the being,
she’s nurturing the Generation-scene,
regarded as a relic.