She folded her hair over her ear
found its elven point
and knew that her body bore magic
that a thousand men would kneel before her
and she would choose the one with worn boots
who took his thoughts beside waterfalls
under moss-covered giants
and had the courage to hear hers
for she knew the echo of spring grass in her eyes
deceived others
"nature is not pure in giving alone
but is bent on its own growth
though many may fear to admit this"
and sometimes her desire
for the wind to blow with such force
to lift her body off the ground
away from the seeds that needed tending
and the weeds that needed pulling
came to her with such intensity
she could do nothing but lie still
and ask the Goddess to put this energy
into him