I have been given the love of words
Love of deep meaning
Beyond the obvious
A poet’s heart
I soar with the hawks that soar over river bluffs,
I am four legged dog who stretches, sighs in my sleep.
I am the snow—crunchy, icy, to be thrown to the side to make a pathway.
I am the hungry, cold woman who is trying to find a warm bed, food for my belly, a cup of kindness.
I am the tree limb, stretching out my arms to embrace snow,
Open to wintering birds, who eat my red berries.
In am a soaring eagle, a whimpering dog, a laughing hyena
Natural earth woman
Waiting for sun and moon to wax and wane.