I leave my blood on the ground
on dead leaves
fallen
from fall trees

crimson droplets plump with war
stories through my body

my blood from my body on earth’s body

wound rests
sword lays down

morning fresh with fog
warms from the glow of the rising sun
a web of frost melts

the dawn after the mourning
it all begins again
another chance
to start again

my blood from my body on the earth’s body

a gesture, an offering
a medallion, honour,
declaring

against myself, I fought

I worry less of old enemy stories…

fertilizing my intention with new meaning
unearthing my shadow
I plant seeds with my blood
for new understanding, for greater understanding,
celebrating all that’s overcome through unveiling

making a pact
bonded to earth
through blood, through body
I plant the seeds
I need to grow.