my green mother

My green mother creeps and sweeps
strange and hideous
unbending and broken
fixing and breaking in constant rotation
I marvel at her
my green mother who begins
a slight mewing babe
soft as orchid skin
and ends a vast landscape of ancient creases
clothing a hardened hide.
Cover me in her green rolling hills and great wide basins
and bathe me in her white wading glaciers
with skin upon skin of ice.