scent of juniper
on the night wind –
velvet elk in the
near shadows….
rolling voices
distant
jingle of bells,
crack of gourds
grey dawn
on ceremony day….
•
juniper on my pillow
at the black
of midnight –
reawakening
reviving
retying me
to the past
the future….
messages crossing
time, distance, rocky bluffs….
•
recalling
scrub juniper
rocks and sand
my companions
mists and winds
my mantle –
•
never alone
with a lifetime
of miracles
memories
priests
shamans
poets
goddesses
children
ancestors
replete with images
adventures
alive
waiting….
juniper
calling….
i,
arriving….
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© 2011 ©2014
beth anne boardman
