Here she is.
The last emergence from her cave before she closes her eyes for the winter.
Now she is the one answering my call.
She is here
for I weep.

A storm load of emotions. 
The sadness of the world
I can feel in my bones. 
She is here to cup her hands
To receive and to hold
The weight of what I carry in my heart. 

‘Here here. The tears you shed are safe with me.
Hear hear. Hear me howl for you are not alone.’

She is here to take my tears
Into her dreamland
To uncover the hidden hopes within.
And she will dream up a better world.
And she will plant seeds in the spring.
And she will call us to help her grow that world.