Mother In White

Poetry Thursday's idea this week: Describe something you love without using its name.

Pines at my back, salt grass in front
and in my ears your murmur, beloved mother.
You dance with my father the wind
my sister the moon
my brother the sun
you dance with white veils streaming.
I grieve for the clumsiness of my footprints,
am comforted by your forgiveness
which will erase them overnight—
praise God, nothing of mine will endure forever
but the dance of the mother in green
the mother in white veils
the mother of salt tears, salt blood
the mother under grey sky, blue sky, black sky, red sky
is forever forever forever
for ever.