Buffalo Thunder

BUFFALO THUNDER Silence worn like a rippling cloak lay gently upon the hills Alert and pulsing for the hushed blue moment to arrive Buffalo ghosts at twilight rumble dust across the horizon gentle-- but compounded with the mounting tremors world shattering Countless but ever growing as if there was no number to bind them wrapped in darkness without foe Legions wrapped in dusty joy The boy crouches --rock sheltered-- in lone splendor encompassed in thundering thrills Time suspended War ponies freshly painted join the herd in eloquence Thunder rolls across the plains The herd of Black Elk’s sacred vision Is all that here remains. Victoria Anderson-Throop ©2013