While Night Gathered
Songbirds were singing as light left the sky, the songs they sang back and forth between the trees. Dark came on and they grew quiet,
Songbirds were singing as light left the sky, the songs they sang back and forth between the trees. Dark came on and they grew quiet,
When the sun goes down and the sky grows dark the trees begin their quiet conversation. They picked up the thread when the two legged
Mountain rivers flow as sun warms the high country, the valley full with fresh water. Our deprivations reveal everyday miracles, the gift of life amidst
It’s not too late to rise though the sun has travelled up in the sky, the trees long awake, birds fed and rivers running. Years
Sip down into memory’s cup sweetened by first light and pale flowers then turn to the voice of the Rain Bringer, the Sky Singer who