The weight of days has turned
her auburn hair to white mist.
She walks sunrise with her pine needle breasts
glistening with night stars still clinging to dreams.
A defiant forest drops its seeds from limbs scarred
by axes hungry for concrete on sacred ground
begging for resurrection.
Hope, fragile as spun sugar, sings its song of nests
on wings brushing its notes across sky angry
with yesterday’s questions.
Artemis stares at the horizon of nothing is as it seems
and raises her bow to defend this moment in time
from greed’s assault on trust Phoenix Earth can rise
from the arrogant fists of men.
©Susie Clevenger 2020