Please enjoy this poem from The Nature of the Mother,
available by contacting Amy at lunablue_girl at msn.com   

Salome’s Seasons

IN SPRING
Desire seeks out
sustenance.  Dry roots watered
by John’s baptism.

THEN SUMMER BRINGS
40 days and nights
unquenched, desert dry.  The head
severs the heart’s ties.

IN FALL
Trees shed autumn like
Salome’s veils.  Their bare limbs
tantalize, deceive.

THEN WINTER BRINGS
The bitter of cold
judgment.  Served by this lover-
goddess, who won’t thaw.

‘TIL SPRING
When her longings seed
and devour, love and destroy
the body of man

AGAIN.