A woman of bounty - poem

A Woman of bounty...

Unconfined by walls or roofs​

Unchecked by harsh seasons or reasons​

poised on myself

I want to grow
out of the trap
of ignorance or innocence


As if a spring-incarnate

I want to flower all over
in the absolute grandeur
of being a Woman


A Woman who is

as serene as the virgin rays of dawn
as soft as the mild slanting rays of dusk
as beatific as rose-coloured dreams
as tender as soulful inner stirrings
as warm as sun kissed summer mornings
as cool as the divine blue of the seas
as dependable as the endless elements…

yes,
I want to be
a woman of
bountiful exuberant substance.