Walking with these feet
on the bare ground
the soil soft, moist, alive
This sacred womb birthing always
fresh new life
Mother
You give me
what I need
My meager gratitude will never touch
the abundance you provide
to all of us
living on your skin
Red, ocher, white and green
all colors are yours, Mother,
like yours are too
all the flavors,
all the scents
thank you,
O thank you
My great, voluptuous Mother