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.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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