Earth's Birth  

for Amber Autumn 

The mother feels the pressing roundness rotating as it crowns. 
She is blizzard-peaked in pain ‘til jagged edges drop down
to smaller hills and gentle mounds portending the arrival, 
but the pain erupts again. 
She sweats oceans and cries storms. Life-lava explodes 
as she tears expelling the child whose plates shift to pass.

—Melodie Bolt, Flint, MI