She still stands tall Slightly bowed in reverence Her flower head, once vibrant, now browned and brittle Appearing old and vulnerable...

I belong to the fire-tinged sunrise sky To the flash of bird wing The easy rolling river I belong to the sweetgrass scented earth The...

May the words encircle my tongue Like sweet strands of honey Warmed by my heart Reminding me of my sacred origins So that I speak only...

From the door of my wild mouth, out flew A faint strangled whisper An amputated groan A fretful sigh A stunted plea that now Bubbles and...

To the tiny snail perched on a leaf To the hungry raccoon standing on hind legs to peer into my porch To the bluebird surveying from the...

I am feeding the holy wild world.  And this is how I feed : With soft caressing steps And a rain shower of prayer With grateful chants...

Under a gauze sky The river runs sepia Blessed quietude Sky ablaze, air burnt Shadows upon a weeping earth War ransoms peace A lone...

There is a trend emerging in our current culture. A movement toward something more, something beyond the confines of buildings.  There is a