Spirit Dance
1990
The rain in your hair
Mingled with rich earth smells,
And the fragrance lingered about us:
Standing beneath these trees
One wonders
At the deepness of roots
Embracing the Earth,
Mother and Beloved.
Among such greenness
I felt your spirit
Rise with the mist
While all about us was falling
And mine rose also.
Together we stood at the valley
Watching the dance.
There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.
— Kate DiCamillo
The Tale of Despereaux
The Tale of Despereaux