In this brief rest

In this brief rest
An anointment of sunlight through leaves

In this late hour
Late for animals

Late for humans….

Wolves of memory 

In the half light of dawn….

Something has passed
      And will no longer follow us….

Though it’s sound will live with us forever….

Its same hawk
circling in its hymn of light….

The raven texts….a day poem

Sitting at dusk

Sitting at dusk by the stilled leaves….
                   A rivered sound in the passing clouds….

Slow now the arriving winds
                            That have known us….

                         Out of it stories of aged lights and movement
      Crescendoing now in the small breath beside me….

                         Its long journey made of sinew
                                                      Of cedar

                                   Of life….

From the stronghold