Monday, 26 October 2015

Silver Halo

Watched by eagles under late autumn blue
The steady trickling ambience of the nearby creek
Sandbars marked by primeval animal art–
wolf, moose, deer, and otter symbolically represented by their tracks
A big male grizzly appears, walking upstream–
the sound of his paws dipping into the river, his silver halo of guard hairs
Following that presence, that wild solidity for twenty years now... 
On the day of my birth I'm eating homemade cake in the sun where the Great Ones still walk
Blowing out candles lit by my love
Feeling like I have nothing more to wish for.