Because rivers are women
And mountains are women
And savannahs and jungles
Are women with wild hearts
Because seahorses are women
And caves and seashells
And the wheel of the stars
Because language is a woman
And bread is a woman
And willows and wisdom
Because baskets of shadows are women
And deepest depths
And the moon and sun
With her golden raiment
And forgiveness has no fiercer mother
Or more frightening war cry
Because I know no man born of man
I know only woman
And she who turns the year