child – The Walking Owl

In My Mind

I still run carefree in bright wild-flowered meadows. I still ride hair flying on thundering hooves. I still call out to that which is Higher. I still touch others then kneel from their gifts. I still believe there is good in the world. I still feel gratitude for all I have lived. I still feelContinue reading “In My Mind”

The Roof Hole Stars

Wild hair blows in the crisp night breeze Moonlight travel in the “Too cold!” freeze Throat frost pain in the run to warm Grandmother Moon looks down; no alarm “Where go you child, running fast and far?” “To the barn, and the hay, and the roof hole stars! They are all I need, dear Grandmother mine.”Continue reading “The Roof Hole Stars”