Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Wednesday January 12, 2010 Three Word Wednesday/ River of Stones
Blue violet, cool grays and you.
Cold air sneaks under my shirt,
As I gaze at the the mountains of Truches,
Early morning, south of Taos Valley.
From complete dark
Light sneaks into the studio.
Three Word Wednesday prompt; harmlesss, moist, yelp
Coyotes in the Moonlight
Coyotes yelp as they run through the sage,
One moon lit night as if in ceremony,
Four coyotes gathered in a circle,
Each facing the other,
Each howling in a sacred direction,
North, South, East and West.
I could see them in the moon light,
Just outside my bedroom window.
Were they asking me to come out to play,
Or did they gather to celebrate their own creation,
My eyes grew moist,
And tears rolled down my cheeks,
As I joined in their celebration,
To give thanks for all creation.
Yes, the good and the bad.
Unlike the coyote,
who only kills to survive.
If only we could express our bad,
In a harmless way.
But instead we are
Like the children's rhyme,
About the little girl,
With the curl in the
Middle of her forehead
When we are bad,
We are horrid!