In the last of the
places wild, my
Spirit grew
beyond a child.
Blooming, growing,
grounded, free,
by the hand, she
came home with me.
Goddess wild
trees of green
rivers run
the world is seen.
In the forest,
by the sea,
hear your heart,
so mote it be.

© Hilary Clark, 7/5/2025

My poems are inspired by my art.  See the piece that inspired this poem here.