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NYTimes: The Youth Group That Launched a Movement at Standing Rock

February 2, 2017

So many elements of this article shed light on how important it is to love first, fight second.

The Youth Group That Launched a Movement at Standing Rock https://nyti.ms/2jQjK7O

Headwaters in Winter

January 27, 2017

You’ve paved the way for me

Hoof prints paw prints tiny talons in snow

I’d be lost without your highway 

Meandering through cedar and pine

Solitude. But I’m not alone 

The evidence of your presence I’ve followed for 5 miles now

I see you’ve stripped trees of bark

Crisscrossed this path

Taken off straight up slope.

The memory of your company

Among the softly gidled glittering pines

Gives me pause as I give thanks 

For the ability to run the woods with you

Wild free fearlessly

Softly lit trees

Broken branch with hoar frost impossibly parallel to the forest floor

Challenges the laws of gravity

Challenges my law of gravity, so I do nothing at that sight but laugh

Love’s nature

January 22, 2017

Is love like this?

An imprint of two bodies in the snow.

That fades, shifts, melts

eventually running into gutters, 

carrying with it the glimmers in eyes and laughter like bells

Of love sparked anew.

Or is that memory, that melts and fades and shifts with seasons.

Is love the constant, the cycle, the seasons that molds memory into its form? 

Verdant and hopeful

Cold and desolate 

Sodden and forlorn

Warm and effervescent

Love and love’s memory lie in the snow, in a space where two bodies laid

Together facing the sky and unknown.

Picking

January 12, 2017

Don’t speak to me in words

Show me the glow of a mountain sunset

Mist of waterfalls and moss covered craigs

Horses’ wind knotted manes

Fish scales and fairy tales

Sing to me in moonlight

With touches, caresses, softly stolen breaths

Play to me in the silence

Between choruses, licks, rhythms

Then

In that space of nothing

That infinite longing

between heart

beats

I’m 

yours

flight

January 11, 2017

lungs expand

skin burnsheadwaters

here’s that light

I yearn I yearn

to feel the wind

to fly fast and free

to struggle with the earth

to bound over her curves and dirt

ahhh

ahhh

rush of brambles

swish of legs

caress of needles

flutter of wings

crash of hooves

we move

we move

we move

 

Caged

January 10, 2017

Clouds on glass

Mists of breath that just won’t catch

Mental feathers flapping, clawing to escape

Again: I’m trapped, I’m trapped

Jaded

January 8, 2017

Forgive me if I’m cynical

I’ve heard the words this way before 

Once the fire lost its glow 

I was left standing all alone 

Since then I’ve partenered 

with the moon and stars

Dancing in light singing in waves

I’d rather stand solid on my own two feet

Then fall another day with you