xmas eve.
it blew a gale all day. power out. quiet mountain.
creeks enlivened by torrential waterflow
the horsetail along the bank budding
uncomfortable rhododendrons blooming out of season.
now i offer the smoke of sweetgrass to the rain spirit
to the watershed spirit the mountain spirit i burn madrone from this land
to heat my home and i kneel in humility to the raven couple cooing and feeding
manzanita berries to each other as they sat on the rail in a gale
and took one berry mouth to mouth followed by a riffle of head feathers
a swoosh of wind
i gave them eggs for their christmas dinner.
i pray for peace on our beautiful earth &
i pray for my own heart to heal.
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