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

 

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