A dead umbrella
Carryout Styrofoam
Crow with orange in his beak
Blue wad of gum
Ferns drinking rain
Winds visiting from the north
A black squirrel who likes my singing
Crisp holly with red berries
A dead umbrella
More winds
Giants with roots into the earth and sky
I lean against them before turning in
My song returns from where it came

c Joy Harjo January 22, 12 Vancouver, BC

1 comment:

Rebecca Hale said...

Thank you for your devotion to presence and awareness this day. I am grateful for you, Joy!