Ravens

Ravens taught me to be–now.
Mountains taught me to see.
Rivers taught me the passage of time.
The sky taught me to understand.


Journey of an Owl

Nobody taught me to fly,
and yet I have learned.
My right wing is longer than my left,
and yet it worked.
My eyes could barely see at night,
and yet it worked.
My feathers are bright green on a journey for dark feathers,
and yet I am here.
I flew into so many trees,
fell off, broke my wings,
healed them and flew off again.
Mountains taught me to see.
I fly more gracefully now
through the treacherous night.
There may come a time
to spread my wings by day
and some trees are still waiting.


Nightfall

golden, blue, and finally pale light
vanishes into my past.
bats flutter by on their own paths.
bright stars appear and the moon rests for a moment.
darkness wraps around my shoulders.
my mind sinks into silent awareness.
dreams begin –
forgotten, dark, wild.
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