Tarot ~ Sonnet #2

I am handmaiden to your light.
Dwelling in possibilities.
I went to a cave.
A sheep in the shrine
of herd mentality.
What is weakest, not the roses.
There is receptivity in the grotto.
There, the crocus.
There the beginnings green.
There, the aspen, juniper, and pinon.
There, a homily arises.
You, the climate of sorrow and joy.
Oh, Queen of heaven

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