Stately women call
from the forest,
beckon me
to waiting wombs,
gentle angels swaying in morning wind.
Pines scatter needles
in salal, cedar twists
toward the ocean,
her bows reaching
to touch
rhododendron.
She, rare,
satin, cool in red garb
laced with orange
she steps onto my path.
Her of many names
I call Madrona.
Love me
in return.
Published by Adam
For almost two decades, Adam F. C. Fletcher has led international outreach focused on engaging people successfully. Working with thousands of youth-serving nonprofits, K-12 schools, government agencies, international NGOs and other organizations around the world, his work spans the fields of education, public health, economic development and social services, and includes professional development, public speaking, publishing, social media and more. He founded the Freechild Institute for Youth Engagement, SoundOut and CommonAction, as well as writing more than 50 publications and 500 articles. He has also established 150-plus community empowerment projects.
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