Contact us at: whispernthunder1@gmail.comGood Book Woman
~ Dawn Karima
For Mom Danna Runsabove
If anyone asks,
This is a song about singing,
A step to the left of the beat of the drum,
A silent prayer made sound,
the cry of the heart
to true God from true God,
light from light,
woven in rhythms,
a weft of song, a warp of hide,
dance right into of all of our lives.
If anyone asks,
This is a song about sewing,
A three fold cord made of time and chance,
Which happens to us all,
Beading apples of gold in settings of silver,
Threading needles and spheres in the passage of time.
When anyone asks you,
And they ask you twice,
Tell them this song honors your life.
Coyote Smoke
~ Debby Ball
Standing at the edge of the river,
Coyote watched smoke rise up
As the little village awakend,
He tilted his head to listen
To the rustling of stirring life.
Coyote looked across the river,
Again, coyote watched the smoke rise,
But this wasn't smoke,
It had a foul odor and congested the air,
It was a smell coyote associated with humans.
Coyote felt his stomach retch at the stench,
Instead of the rustling of stirring life,
Coyote heard distractingly loud chaos,
Motors growled an angry, hurried message,
And the air strangled with its toxic fumes.
Coyote turned from the dismal sight,
Humans, it seemed, worked hard at destruction,
The smoke of this side of the river,
Combined with the angry noise and frenzied moves,
Carried to the heavens a message of chaos and greed.
Coyote turned from this vision,
The vision from the other side of the river,
He returned his gaze to the little village,
He knew the time of the village was nearing an end,
And the time of chaos would come to take it's place.
Coyote trotted to the forest edge,
For just a few moments he watched the peaceful village,
He felt the painful memory of his vision,
And feared for the future of the people and his kind,
Coyote began to howl a mournful warning.....
And for just a moment, time stood still.