Earth is clothed in sunsets, burning.
Lakes of fish and weed and driftwood
Wash her sandy feet.
Trees brace themselves against her,
Roots twisting, anchored.
She wears turning leaves
Green, golden, and ruby.
Her grassy tresses sway in the breeze.
Mountains and valleys,
Tailored to her
By the Creator who
Formed woman, too.
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Standing clothed in
Strength and dignity.
This post is part of the 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes challenge hosted this year by Christina Hubbard on Creative and Free. (Though I did so some revising after the 5 minutes ended.) Find out more about the challenge and join or peruse the link up here.