River Poem

Opening the door was never a struggle, to flow or let the wordflow in,

yet he pushed back on the obscure, preferring

to meander a while in the shade of oak trees,

his heart willing and wordflow

always honest, she

flowed quietly,

or sometimes roared

he let her have her way,

until she was finished

he smiled

closing his laptop,

grateful

for another day.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2022 rivers renewed

Singing to the Corn

In the days when wolves were still the Elders, and when there were not many horses yet living on the Plains, the People moved west, to grow their food and for sunlight sparkling in rivers that sang.

And Buffalo Bird Woman would sing to the corn, touching tenderly each stalk. Her gentle ways, her heart for the Earth produced an abundance of food, making the People very happy.

The Earth loved Buffalo Bird Woman, and some say she is the first human….. to ever grow pumpkins.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Note: Buffalo Bird Woman was a real person, and she really did sing to the corn, however the rest is fiction.

The Legend of Wind Walker

Many say her spirit still lives on the mountain, and some have seen her spirit when the pine trees are bending. She’s an ancient presence.

Her breath to this day carries power in her songs. And her name was changed in the days when the sun became brighter, from First Woman….to Wind Walker.

It’s true she mourns her people in her songs, yet even more she sings of the healing of all nations. The victory of the Earth, over death and destruction.

Do you hear her in the wind?

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The Awakening

It was as if the two of them were floating, traveling within their dreams. In the cloud covered sunlight, they felt themselves moving high above the Earth, and heading towards the Great Sea. The sea and the sky became one, clouds and water within a mist, washing them.

They were lost in this other world, but it was not unpleasant. Floating brought peace, and there was no time here, just the moving through the mist of blue. The smell of water.

But as they moved without a particular space and time, the sun suddenly pierced their consciousness, and began shining on their faces. As they returned to their bodies, the warmth brought back their spirits, and woke them, as if from a very deep sleep.

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Seeing Clearly

I’m not sure when it was that I could see clearly for the first time. Yet the mountains showed me so well of how I was formed, my spirit taking shape. I began on this earth reaching up,

my hand almost touching. I wanted to touch the clouds. There were wings back then, but my brother and sister hawks were not made yet. It was later I was given a physical body.

It’s amazing what you can see…. in the mountains.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Emma and the Deep Red

As Emma stared at the horizon, her long dark hair flew behind her in the wind. This particular wind was playful tonight, even adventurous. She smiled. She had known a seducing wind before.

The deep red of the sunset made her think of him. His blood running strong in his veins. How in healing the wolf she was made whole. There would be no more hiding for her.

She allowed the richness, the power of the sunset to penetrate her very being, finally bursting deep with her soul. She was made new once more. Yet she staggered and nearly fell.

Extending her wings fully and even beyond, she took one step into the air and the red filled her…. lifted her so completely she flew, mastering the gusts of air. She reached for the wildness of it.

Captured the essence of it.

She would run with the wolves to be with the one she loved, but she would always own this wind…..she was certain of it now.

Writing and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed