Mystery Singing
Wolf naturally
runs in the pack
being a family person
a tribe person
the rogue only so
while unmated
Howling, singing
to the mystery
is his delight
Seedlings
Seedlings
spring forth
with new life
Delicate and tender shoots
stronger than muscle men
As they burst through
the hull and leap up
to greet the sun
Journeying
All the souls upon the earth
We each are on our journey home
We tug and pull, laugh and cry
Together, we dance on our own
Tell me your story
I’ll tell you mine
Upon our journey
let’s all have a good time
Juggling
Playing with the light
tossing it from hand to hand
His aura glowing from the
increased energy of the effort
He came to the momentary conclusion
that this was much better
Than the simple
juggling of Life…
In No-Moon’s Darkness
Moon had gone to bed
off to play in dreamland
on the other side
Stars were hiding-seek too well
as if they’d dropped from the sky
• • •
In darkness thick as rabbit fur
we traversed the wood
Listening to the breath of silent wind
feeling the way with bared feet
With eyes closed and hearts open
and the simple faith of trusting children
Until, at last, we arrived home
without a scratch or trepidation
