in honor of our mother,
we
lower our hemlines
so that they too
may kiss the grass.
we raise
our leaves,
enthralled in
whispered conversations
full of small things
that mean so much.
we speak
in tongues of glistening
jade and aquamarine
and we listen to
legends sprinkled with
agate and
topped with gold.
together
(it's the only way we know)
we smile and
promise to always
gather under silver moons
where truth is spoken
but never sold.
