One autumn morning

As the winds whip around the trees, the sand, and my hair, the ocean slowly and deliberately pulls back her might. Power and force condensing in the deep, leaving sandbars and sea treasures laid bare where seagulls now roam. The full moon overhead holds space as she, the sea, and I move in tandem. A watery goddess reclaiming all that had been dispersed before. A great leap forward with feet firmly in place. Moonlit and windswept giantesses condensing in the deep, with our bellies full now together we sing – sovereign, powerful, wild, and free.

©️Cristen Writes