When I am gone,
in winter’s timeless hibernation,
what will you be doing
with this sanctifying place
in time’s healing space
refueling mortal rememory?

When you peer here
in summer’s eternal play
what could I begin feeling
in such sadly glad sanctifying
pre-winterizing grace

In spacious golden
compassioned imaginations,
thoughtfully rebuilt
green cooperative restorations

Softening fear of sacred matriarchal loss
and not enough attention

Anger’s trauma scars
replaced with AnthroHope
we might, one day,
receive EarthMother’s
health and safe wealth dope
honorable midsummer mention

Fair-weathered
and rich-soiled
divinely humane
transtheistic rooted
polyvagal neuro-systemic structure
rebooted

Bilaterally reset
to sacred indigenous Win/Win
summer/winter
anticipating souls.