Coyote, with mystical toes,
Silent as the footsteps of time,
Weaving through the mist-encircled forest,
Elusive she goes,
Shaman, angel, fey,
Spirit from the lands afar,
Outcaste, magic-bent,
Otherworldly guide,
You step from stone to stone,
Through the stream, moon-bright,
Where blue-singing
Fish glide
Through petals whispering in the night.
From milky way
From star to star,
Among the clouds,
The shrouds,
Of worlds, broken
You walk on,
Nose-intent,
From the darkness to the light.
The hillside
Of rock and raven-spoken
Chasms wide,
You climb,
Among the echoing songs of spring.
© Sharon St Joan, 2016
Photo: © Dhprophotog | Dreamstime.com
