Whispers of Bone and Bark
earth
cold
as snow
rivers pale
pines recall old steps
drumbeats echo through stone canyons
a voice softly says that you are bone and bark and blood
wind
thin
through lodge
smoke curls up
old names rise today
cedar chants breath in fire and ash
the stars and wind hear grief and fire speak across wide sky
hands
scarred
heal land
red clay now
holds our old stories
roots drink the tears of sun and frost
we walk many old ways, older than long, winding roads
