Novenary

Her rage in thunder echoes long and loud
Like dark clouds turning day to night
The lightning flash evident of her vigor
And her aspirations taking flight

Her initial rage passes with time and calms
Her bounty showering in the gentle rain
The earth no longer dry and parched
All creation does she now sustain

With the mingling of her numerous hues
Her sky is now an artist dream
A slice of life painted overhead
Carried along a joyous stream

Nurturing all that needs to grow
She encloses all power divine
No one shall ever be kept bereft
This is the power feminine!

Nine days and nights are devoted to
Her She who animates all living things
Her nine hues form the fountainhead
From which eternal exultation springs!!