|A poem for Mothers' Day.|
The mirrors of a mother´s tears
Flowing in rivulets to the sea,
As they nourish and cleanse.
The living earth responds.
The plants bend low,
Into the shape of her embrace,
As they drink the gift of her nectar,
Falling from the skies.
She awakens the sleeping children of the soil,
Caressing and softening
The shells of their souls
With wet and gentle kisses.
Singing songs of moon and tide,
She lifts our vessel high,
And beats our hearts, and flowing through us,
Carries us through the night.
Bringing us to where the sun returns.
It´s smile, a warm and golden glow,
Dancing on ripples of water,
In the light and delight of love.
— Russell Rosander
An artist and poet living in the Costalegre of Mexico, Russell Rosander is also a co-founder of the Bar None Group. Russell hosts weekly readings and discussions on poetry, art, music and literature...but mostly poetry at Chynna's Backstage Bar in Barra de Navidad, Mexico. Drop by any Sunday afternoon to participate and quench your thirst for the arts with an amazing cocktail by Chynna Chilton herself. You can find more of Russell's writing at Russell Rosander Short Stories where The Embrace of Warm and Gentle Rain first appeared.