Invisible beauty
in the realm of Gaia -
Perspective of power
presented in the intangible
interactions of a gracious
yet formidable
Goddess


Heed her daughter, Gale -
The most tempestuous
of Gaia's offspring,
delightful or destructive
at her own whim -
Unpredictable

Pondering
Gale's pleasure is a warm breeze -
Butterflies float in wordless perfection
leaves rustle, rubbing each other in affection
next to a murmuring mountain stream
the pulse of the forest is calm.
Birds twitter
contented conversation
communicating love -
Her caress is silent,
gentle on my cheek
Like my grandmother's kiss -
Reassuring

Seasons change -
Her breath grows cool.
I wonder what I've done
to draw the reprimand
of her icy tongue
lashing at me unmercifully
in an acerbic, Arctic blast.
I did not heed the warnings
of snowfall and darkness.
Persistent in my willfulness,
I would not be
pent in by frigid
infringement on my freedoms -
I ventured foolishly

I now yield to the realization --
Gale's power is infinite.
Invisible in her interactions,
yet, all powerful in her realm.
The chants of the elders
meander through my mind
like leaden footsteps
leaving a lasting impression.
Revere and respect
that which you cannot see.
Epiphany

Her displeasure is dynamic --
whirling out of control
in dust clouds of destruction
debilitating all in her path.
Unequivocal fury

Awaiting deliverance from my
own irresponsibility and obstinacy
I contemplate rescue -
Seeking protection
from her reproach
at the base of a
stalwart Spruce -
I dream once again
of Gale's kiss
upon my cheek -
I'm humbled