Wednesday, September 7, 2011


In precious stillness,
filtered moonlight dances with the campfire.
Silence is broken
 by the hoot of an owl and crack of flame.
 We’re gratefully at ease
 in the midst of you,
 our beloved steadfast paladins.
 Lying on the softest floor
we deeply breathe your fragrance.                 
Now safe enough to tell our truths and
 share our innocent laughter,
 we drift into contented dreams.
Youthful sisters
in sleeping bag cocoons
blissfully tucked into allegiant roots
 defended by your branches.

by Susan Norton Lewis

1 comment:

Susan Norton Lewis said...

I'm not Native American, but I found this quote with which I could really identify.
"I was warmed by the sun, rocked by the winds and sheltered by the trees as other Indian babes. I can go everywhere with a good feeling."
Goyathlay, Chiracahua (Geronimo)