night
pure darkness
all stars
winds raking sage into piles of shattered silver
roots crying out to deep
oh the black and bones of these mountains
coyotes weep at the moon
clinging to the hillsides with tongues and claws
tails
straight as arrows
yipping the planet into spin
i am in the high country
my forehead pressed against the dome of the sky
sipping at the milky way with thirsty lips
grinding stars between
my teeth
i cannot feel my hands
this cold air is too bitter
better the air than my young heart
You. Are. Inspiring.
Seriously.
Bless you, you sweet encourager.
jennifer. is. right.
yes. you. are.
seriously.
XX
Breath taking imagery, both your photographs and your words.
Bless your beautiful hide, Deb. Thank you for being here.
Oh, hello poetic one,
I’ve missed you.
Loving your bones & braid, and gulping down your words. x
Missed you back, Mustang Sally. X
Hey sweets. Good to see you here again.
Good to see you too.
I’ve missed you.
Nice to hear you.
I was over at your space earlier today! Milla! WHAT A LIST of awesome money and time savers!
the idaho prayer.
Amen amen a thousand times amen.
Tis’ the month for coyote skulls.
Did you find one?!
Found one on the west mesa this week!
Good find, Julie!
sheesh, you poetic being, you took my breath for a moment. awesome.
🙂
Too kind. You are too kind.
My dear, far away friends, most of whom I have never met:
Thank you always for being here.
X
Coyotes are moving farther into Maryland, even into the cities. I so hope to hear them crying out to the moon!