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:
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)
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