She Who Blooms Wild by Olivia Salter | Poetry

 

She Who Blooms Wild

By Olivia Salter

She rises beneath an endless sky,
A woman rooted in rugged land,
Where shadows sleep and echoes lie—
Untouched by any hand.

She drinks from light that others shun,
Survives where rivers cease,
A soul forged fierce beneath the sun,
Her strength a quiet peace.

No name can hold her boundless grace,
No law can make her yield;
With windswept hair and open face,
She roams the open field.

She blooms beyond what hands can claim,
A wildness pure and free;
In her, the earth and fire flame,
Alive in mystery.

Her heart beats with the mountains' song,

A rhythm deep and wild,

Where ancient rivers flow so strong,

Untamed and undefiled.

Through storms that bend the mightiest tree,

She stands, unscarred and whole;

The wilderness, her sanctuary,

Her compass and her goal.

She dances where the hawk takes flight,

Where stars embrace the dawn,

A silhouette in silver light,

Both fleeting and withdrawn.

Each step she takes, a hymn, a vow,

To skies both fierce and wide;

The earth her kingdom, time her plow,

The moon her silent guide.

And though she wanders, wild and lone,

Beyond what men may see,

She carries every stone and bone—

An endless legacy.