Phoenix Bird Rising

This Phoenix bird rising
sings a new song
Blackbird alights
From the backyard fence
Sentinel barks a
modest warning
I am anew

Grounded by the rocks
she holds in her pockets
Collected over years
never knowing
What purpose they would serve future selves
But Spirit knew

Higher self preconceived
Before herchildself could be aware
Of the safety net
She created
For self to sagely
and safely land

Created again
always
as the burning fire rises in the east each dawn

Grandmother watches,
sings in her soprano tune
”If I had a hammer/
I'd hammer out justice/
I'd hammer out peace/
I'd hammer out love between/
The brothers and the sisters
All over this land”

Sunfire warms the face
of the Phoenix
As she flies closer to the sun.
Comforts the roots
Cool breezes brush her cheek

Her womb, primed; contains the seeds of one thousand possibilities
Like slippery cucumber seed
Anchored within the vined fruit

In time the fruit will be ripe
for eating; gently it will fall from the vine.

White dove shall eat of the seed.
She will fly again
to her nestlings
to nourish

Eventually to nudge them
toward their own
ripe fruit, bursting with seed.