Spirals

I am born.

From the womb begins my journey.

I am a girl, playing in the meadows

My legs growing and running, running and growing.

I am a maiden, waiting and wishing

I can bear children, I am beautiful

My body curving, sensually curving.

I am a mother, working and teaching

I am a woman strong and proud.

My body is fruitful, bringing forth life.

Now I am aging and changing, weakened yet strong.

I am the crone. My children have left me.

I am wise and have knowledge from years. 

I have, I am, I will be.

I have come from, am going to, and will return.

My journey will be my daughter's journey.

Life goes on.