Skies of radiant Blue
Above Red Stone Canyons
Hauntingly still and silent
Long deserted
Red Stone villages
A Crow
Bursts from the rustling
Sycamore Tree
The Bird’s
Raucous Call
Echoes down the Canyon
Down my Serpentine Spine
I am Alive
I am Present
Aware of the Past
Still Breathing and Whispering
Down the Red Stone Canyons
A tendril Bridge
Between Time and Place
Cellular Memories stir
Awake to
The Possibilities
Within a Moment
The moving Waters beside me
Glittering Ripples
Dancing
At my squirming Tippy-Toes
Through my Finger Tips
Cool liquid splendor
A sudden Breeze
Shakes and rattles
The Cottonwood Leaves
Silver and Green
Silver and Green
Smiling
I softly Sing
An Earth Song
“Sweet Spirit
Mother of All
Soul
Of All Creation….."
A swarm
Of small Yellow Butterflies
Flit and float
Above a stream Stone
I am
Grounded
The Earth’s
Gravity
Pulling at me
Within me
Smiling
I Breathe in deeply
Air cool
Sweetly spicy
A Messenger Hawk
Circles high
I am deeply
Alive
Deeply Present
Aware of……