Wings of the Woman

She waits crosslegged in the smokey dawn his scent is in her hair leather cords with feathers fly in the gentle breeze where she waits just outside the last teepee. She can't remember when he left he didn't say goodbye just walked the appaloosa slowly down the dry creek bed. He did not look back.. ..... ssssssss the snake is in the grass she smiles at him and lets him pass wolves are howling on their hill she's howling back, they bring a kill and lay it bleeding at her feet, She drinks the land and is complete one with spirits now and then she knows he won't be back again Deep peace is made with God and man and every member of her clan. The drifting starts within her eyes a whining wind,the windy sighs , her feathered fingers flail and find, the fabric of her soul and mind. On pinions boundless as the sky she spreads her wings and learns to fly.